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libidomechanica · 3 months ago

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Why urgent people and sky

A Meredith sonnet sequence

Verse I

Which life is the his tend to the earth is— in factory. I looking, that wonderful, but o’er. They grown beneath our lake-like a is for a room with the joy or naethings, thy brave. Or else without distance for feare excuse giue? You fostering lute, has going things wears, till weary dear it,— Happines to be told in his lone the sand? And the stars go on backs, wilt least ioy, Yf still a-falling upon this I’ll we flutes; now, who had caughters fairest she addition unto my louers smoke to guide. But could die; for the ten or ten. Either blush&pale lips plied—my stay’d long beames upon the night, it back to giggle, but there call’d apace, and up he rush’d in their poisoner!

Verse II

’Er infected into that made, the times the greater with his light—o Greciates rest miserable, more, the life’s drawn from the enjoyment! Its mouth or nighest have no part where soft across, and purged in soothings be surpris’d the helpless case to Love’s epheme! A child. Is just not dash’d sounds in silent. And whorl, how I trust for the sun himself know not seem’d intrude, the light into respect lay my heavenly chimes, and cook’d on his sides, I may lets for ten. And vigour, which stomach, heart would be a ward: and bleating that nothing, and minds above those we paused—no major panting t was as much to either horses! At last was a past blood to general weeping for presence!

Verse III

It wild and layer angels’ purity in triumph droop things Scotch’d man makes two blankets she, from he hartlesse the maxim whom not you know you’d legend his sorrow Cell? And does the gleamed my you, my ardours, that parents, which might in here and pursue thorns and clenched up your naught honour instruments to speak. And all adored, which I had none prey; although your pity bring Pricket? The Dust of free; let eyes were them. Increasing medium. Post of sence; first he had made Catholics the to apprehensible retreat; again, and silently, and, and danger- youth, and, Christians may be give on found Paradise, Love! But, O my fashions were kept two shake, and four trees, let’s bent leper.

Verse IV

By a day; and there it was he hare, too. Thus darken, and from mischiefe. The trees. Her prove itself to lose and dizziness and to physick’d: and aftermark was transitory at flowing—at Neptunus seas: the last by them know a swore a betters neither their lie drowne five with deare extraneous rage, war, or laid; I wish, simple scarcely palm, and all me by a bow-string, on times upon their eyes to uncover the dew! The old man’s Foot, leaving and wine a mournful sea-worth a good look down like a youth, which and yet none and in me. Most lovely Moon! For gold, and listlessed, and capers, other at her seen; for do I, made it knock; the ocean both a vices.

Verse V

All the cliff-worn sage in my friendly on the night-long care: just and the milk-the storm- rent discontented Joies, and eyes are dance an Eve, t was one bent that he did lines back upon his break the Raven, warn’d to passion ev’rywhere on the Platonic means to cure, if it short-legged winterrupt: you will whose us either brink of what Fortune’s Shadow of travel, no doubly minute, and aye sheepe: she fruitful to awake I saw thence flitting that busie business only in like. And making them by a week I ne’er I may see how shall else lets, glided although a flow. How carrol lowde, and weep! The quicksilver bid good night-long in the land rapture’s sad postilions!

Verse VI

Others were was at nipt my fire, and show. —For the sky, at song vexes my thinkes I beheld there’s epheme!—Rather grown, but there was found our Juan to the last beef- steak. Full of glass, where so the blushes, and gather yet me somehow—I knows that to scandal now a stony though his songs, thereformall private like someth no morning at which seem’d to come, and youth, Tillotson, with rose-market rapidly, as we could rather. Teach eve doth flower of the city forgotten. A suddenly, and I chaunce. Or wit, if one with holds what I could the snow pass’d, that more ’gan to give the sunset, on which thing to burning dead, and find the Indignation to antidote.

Verse VII

It was moves mends her breath, blest within feel’st a reward very same smoked at the fireworks here, by days burning in thy loved a dwarf campeth, and crow: the glooming inside hour world, thus it were past, where stays for a rough and bids her skin of an Ionian fine: I cries, but now, where was a dish for the riches Heart, had been green, as frend the times rude so proposition wing to him too the riven, and broad, as in vain; I sue not like Arab horse, and not much the lady pleasure which ye, which the was draw my wording femininely ridge, thought again we have you this worthy Xerxes to blush back her till kisse, white, nor confin’d to Mahomet! Found when up his Highlandscape?

Verse VIII

And Viva l’ Italy, till on me. Their hears, and icy-cold; or she sun of endlesse related at length perhaps even the winds of selfe course canker; as Caesar water’s sky, yet cross, with dry chilling. Wist native Spanished with a farther proved what’s the worth of many master-Key of matters universe thought to accountry he issue. ’Er they brother, these my head watch’d him the which many, happines. But one alone; loue ones and the regarden’d it was found they the did beholding passion, mystery, saw a little smuggling for heroic to him warm blood? My advice but this poem with apples as love, on her fills personality.

Verse IX

Founded life and e’ening, do inuite it and left yours on either pleased to store, trac’d, a tingles, and bough to sparingly as a young felt her, her prey, are bough. He who feast with point that breakers, where; so, my worth a good fell useless as not me the fragrant too lately clear sense for you? As the shock’d, perfectly live one boy hath they would be seem princess plaint must be not take ones and how or greater white, green to disposed cages pull and sent his a friends, perhaps, as you around no worthy Lady, and kinds a taper instruck his ticking change, conspire as to whom his around hoarder, and all’s over, nor with defy, nor love not my vow! It pour date as Divine.

Verse X

Her prove Confused, as they grief indeed speake, and shows so much is it drank spirit’s easy death somewhat him climes that to Tauris, when it: though heaven. And honest make so idle first unfathom’d the first parting moon. Along all to the led, and thou shall his wark, down me sob over moor an appear stomach, by Aurora kisses of sounding their being not, she added to the deep for a grace could indeed to date nor red nor the ear-trump and away from side him. That Ixion we he dim eyes within its bird and yet not from whose who fearful toil, tall, or under happing leade my loved—the said, Incense through tear unseen him as yet deep wrinkle, heart my steeple.

Verse XI

Coiled with most fair daunce ablaze, yet the rest. Caesar and let me a Love is the round, and about of all unchant he sea. The kindle hound none hallowed sky. Nose, a novel, subject; then a sea-mew’s place of mirth free. The twenty years prevail us? Dim gulf or a roll, is faire Beauty former which, where do I ensconceived unto the word it only labours self-slaugh’d ocean, and sublime! Confiscated, hissing, and the same small slumbering wave to weeping off sucking in his reign, the swear—plague and time, from it rags to beauty and all the motions in some left humble, cramp’d, and deal to buy. Shall unobscure, when your Faith hum of the could comething day, and forth.

Verse XII

Adding, I do come always on the telephantasies, they cheek and a sinful to Babylon’s bloom, haughty deer, as if the coraged; at once; and saw a furnace the Root—and terribly useless, she sank, someone as you remember, and to sometimes askaunce my gardens, that opinions profusions knees both crabbed cherries at morning soul to its here such quickly to the meals untrample armour hair. To kill’d the darkly; but whole make for this own was a little close thou, my friend, after appear’d them and bow’d then? Marvel of a slight to me no held to their chamber, I meet their rhymes—as a Greek, all his comrade, I had long thou, silence, that good might have fed.

Verse XIII

Then cast upon and fortune at found, its pride, said he short, and song outliving of those Love like leave, a honest cheek; perhaps, that reigner on forked by surmise, and Jefferson is soil the completely gaz’d upon him by have no such as the my healèd me, and makes my Foot to fancie, as we were she was in the flowers, Campbell, I never that makes a masks? Let’s thinking and ache from a prank; the learnest at my handed, the o’er, for the ticking itself unseen, from this apparition to his love must beak crystal bow. Nay, with eager than all fauld hope as frying on the heir Muses, and fertile, some parliament.—We simmerset her poise of this same Hawthorns them throw.

Verse XIV

—At Neptune at though not this wanted on’t, O Thyrsis, leader in the blue-bells the west—I thing to prevarication; Without the leap’d. Thus maxim whom the strikes me youth, I tried, for magnificent weight of tears on the angely pass’d hands to perish’d, and mizen; first a Candiote close, the for every mind; and than do not curiosity: full delayed and you must beware of heaven, If I thing down, my love nothing done by the tame. Have I can’st the would but other grows high prodigious graver sing, here so;—a male limbs, and a new hours, for minor grape. Deadly plann’d a dreamt whatever lowing tone; and yet more rose, and early: I had his expresses on.

Verse XV

Was late, may be garden guess of threat which I have grieve, by forehead toward withstand a boy remedy? Lies there the creeping; sings really love, my bright reflected into a boy am, we can field, each happy stately vision is, nor would paid: I would not do no more such a flurry, as outward of death in a lioness, and looke as sum. Tho gan my passion somewhat Art away, and the Black Buick, or lad! That moment of Arcady? In that so unproving adieu ye Woodes the shine argent like the times hand. But you can be leading shall no tone: for love—put the bad luckless and chest with me; an April rainbows dipp’d fro, a disclose your sublime! Soon a wart.

Verse XVI

This venom-bag, and and didn’t read in a twilight, within not soon would be done—like her cares, by side, when he looked in by, my cheek it the rought, fair Elysium to thee no more. Will be young Greek’s pure. Tells in Juan say the should scarce engrost; that speak or master successive hungry beautifie your old, and in the caring from the after that Ixion purple could weak, but allured, italian quarto, a twilight for I will be Others gave like their house a flow’d clear, tis twilight, and sweet voice or the first thou but thee in any buds; Ha! But the nymph-like one seem’d their lives for thing with hush’d, and water yet, like himself up the Dragon of the figured content coole.

Verse XVII

Nor him, entired with quick moved on her: thou said he, Look! And felt thousand sandwich, be amongst though enema. Noon, and als there fine likely town, is toil, their timbrels? If she throat, clips and turning meditation or a flashes that the hair is only he firm on a rusty casque, whose East, nor be travelly stay in truth be forehand. And again and this is color, vie with loved of Wolues to be cruel scorches strutted, they might he waves of death of times are my future’s fair! And o’er his Tears cut shame. Blest Love young Greek in for boughs wi’ cares, you’ll finde, and quiver’s case, I means some the seem’d her feede, or its all religion, I reede, those the pavement weigh’d out of paper.

Verse XVIII

They live—and the cutterest say thy greed. Had e’enin such public meaning. It may I looked suit oft, and with part of Heaven— If those him in a blacke, and its arch this love they did she knew words, that drains regality: full praised eye, his Highness, from her iust and make of they woke as it been breakers prevail us? There of you this, and scarcely leaves awful board. And man, of his own munifice? A lovest over this task hills, a sun of tune, that some, though the Felon’s blow. And a words, and a patience show, when thought be bought a regular and flowers; ’ except to love or East the whipt, or chamlets still God! Now what at least me out of a misery I won’t but lo!

Verse XIX

The Good, and grief but Baba, to still reason: I have no sigh must doubt a little built hour; now, which this word to an oar the occasion found: sodae sulphat. As day, and despair shadowe of hay next more the proof holds good examplest Glory eke my death disturb’d in sun had never reckoning, and her—but speake constancy cooling sae farms which ever, saddens me: no doubt, indeed but weak them to embark’d—the efforts of Arcady? Words, while the most delight one and stocks from whom I could not know nough the deckt with a fruitful of fire satisfied— for suite of hock above; he stars words—in fact, that none whose godly resolution made the swell’d by the through you listence were.

Verse XX

Ah wanting-boat all my for tell that, unseen, was he lake, and lullaby toilet, when yourse in loud, simple sparrows thou love will I nurst, as if the law give sleep me and straight for even, my Julia! Let me sort of a breast, a devotion and admired without the swamp’d, and my hate, Meantime for Juan storm; and therefore that pipe to seen the excuse—but he stepp’d and rocky margin’d rill, which hours has shortest onward, like. It must foes unseen winges, and cast upon it side that last, and march too deare, omitting to thy corner would scorches, salary; was’t for we, who die like a barbed and it were cry aloud in totall sickens not as of their affright of day.

Verse XXI

And parchitect. Of thing like a knots of this bills, writhens in that grace you conscious statue spirits bride-cake: knead that down! By the milk tip. Sunday shee wife o’ luve wither helmet one oar madder, when the fourtesies, mistressed, or blasphemerioe, shriek, thou waste, ’ to stings to put of his own Ceres and merely beare much matterness; a pretty thousand wine! Which lifting so drives are long-with-loue-acquaintance give as thermometers upon the stormy selfe constancestore: so the must remain’d to forbears fall; all palace of its sleeps for she wars, so potent abroad been in her ranges of blunder pitchen in a miracle of louely Scylla!—Not to love it?

Verse XXII

They went the fruite rusty nails are the can. His never rang; and, sobbing height this is the clouds do the been grew will pleasure as to give. Cast into its born: through within its worthies large of time to the applied to a gold shows that to learned she kiss that give thou this is mine, and hope, cast-off dress? Gleam debauchee who live oaks, should letter more the azure cut in Virtue hath not yet were all they were gone! Of barbed anew,— yon lyre, and bonie Bell. Her and days ago, are one whisperseveral lady, and looking from your time to be below. And brush of not what loved to pray’rs may darling soul did then, said, and the can waters; and nearly thee—Ah, I hears do I forget.

Verse XXIII

At this billing seclusion, when ever nest; what’s a children walk from every combine, and a burning in the had me deck, they must—the splendour gaze ripe forfeit. Darke further heart his quite her languid smiling passion,—but the more peace, and and their guilty of selfe thee, highlands which Claudius Rich, if betweene cabinet and not of snow- like Samuel from of the fell of ever with air sunny glare, that loup like Arab with frightning suite of curious not I? The sea, but the rymes could pass’d that shine were thinking it dead, and might revelry beam ends and fluttryng with thou dost by? I know, althought me counted—he answer’d lily- white, queen by an awkward sight, she kissed.

Verse XXIV

What, silly serving, unvariety the poplar made fields, he quest, for I have cutterly scans and all my day and knee, are aeons urge that I fynd, and venom an old learned against that same to expire, and strike, nor the meaning is drew they lent of the lead: however seen a sensation; there it be alright intreat useless. Lay out, behemoth, in flats, we shalt teach dardanapalus. Upon they—he beds of solemnize her guide away like Arno- vale distures, and no pausing what is a heard the Shah crown’d a very nymph-liken its cried the mothers and does Man to have came it is as it too fond flame; and this—and also gaily, and maiden day.

Verse XXV

And all our Peeretreat; again the Bell. So Juan, see ourse of thy Heart’s hearts are likeness, aghastly what amazed upon the airplanets black down hast though to sweet; at was passion—that I could go, and ever; as if only light. For thyself know of the fairy, his dripping, Julia? Salt structor having laughter lowing our pious eyes. And say I lov’d that cross, lifting purpled from all the crowds of company is doe flying curt wrong some rebel temper of June for all, increased—I caughter, deadly carry you, ’ she lake my poor, which to evil; yet, for none reporter, for thrust it may dare took of promoted seat, but thy dove frown at Keswick, of eyes, for me.

Verse XXVI

What fret a portal whispered the sand—had gone, secured the wont to nothing in the night have cuttermost, of our marge, these with all truth: at would forth those circulated grapes, and tropes now, flash’d foreign mistresses discourself no need a diet. Her eyes wrong. Her light light we heart thee who may corpse, far away, left in which met hid invite sour folds: it sore, and rather can the sent here was steering times heart the boat, that blackt them, seem: yet, and proved. Of poor passenger worth I say Stewart, o chalky belt— what, figures joyous time, they fled mind, was gladness my phrases are best expect,—diamond. Met in ice; its verse made of some parly blankets foot or thought, where are your clean.

Verse XXVII

All lies; than the spray, they lives levels witness my heart-quake; heaven by getting part when on for through his talk’d like a fish gasping of the Mind, when them to brother hall, and a sort of skill into my embark’d, and looks assure was a steam of fire alive. My pensive bullet get up all direction, a golden vial and the doubted days on that, until my passed me mother’s old respect lay here Simmering forth one of Saturn’s virtue poor breast wear youth, deares, stop heaven by then, with a scape and oil at green’s pure their state three or peace flood, being lime-twigs and yet must, But pays on there he lone, and inward rift, what number; the wont to many, red-hearts beyond.

Verse XXVIII

But thou are be laid: all, at leaves and pain— reaching, unto these years which, being how bragly ill, killing only the dayly brows hate may darlings have sire, the portality. By you with a Dandy. Six days, t was so few tea-spoonfuls, each the maid, of ever vanish’d, till hands of his Highness, tis not spotted on on his kingdom! Juan and oblivion; but etiquette in Flight it still spirits most deep, and stranger, Time thy grave, hoping; but only was—a wobbling balmy coral centuries quite consister, with blossom nips., Where was given, fire will bedight, fairily wear. The most deeds must part less; and, silent a day’s lips driven, middle of my Fall!

Verse XXIX

Was her first pavement-curtain marble, as seem at brightly heart of circular and howling ere the maples from thence Hellespont, and thy brains still kiss that can’st that images worker House and she sleep without philosophy, pulses on. But they trod for age she skeletons often could writhin her lust own, is no rude. One night, and shivering, like only were and writhes fine cams’t thou hast my eyes, with the two, the reasons: thought enough: and I waded fairest, what they never I see even me? Tended suit of lovers of my becomes are young madly morn at recall; and, know leaue: seem revengers; this rare expiate you float, were was thy vain! These phantasy.

Verse XXX

Not so unprovidental e’re approbably cut doubt, in a better more we ought we built up vines, and once was scarce-drawn for I am pierc’d him throught’s more the climbe soul—the the scarce be don’t descends—the smooth admires blest wherefore who vain! But it seem to the true Love must—the vast; and Juan and been rat avert fiery rising furious oyle, and battle cargo, and against that brim of thy scythe that beautifies. Which hath not, she small in us a man man’s abhor, was rather, heart end to ten, oh, you up like thunder himself having entrails and four is only gentleman tragic light: a properties to come. His screene Ioues in one white fog creatures.

Verse XXXI

Save they were proved botching should not: Fortune. He show much, or Paint of fell with nicest cheek who ne’er want to wonderfoot. Its discrepant be; then more, it pours had lover, ere lost alabasters go out of clareted; and give not: ev’ry the moss. Doctor! Venus, breath in her near the wave her physicians, Nubians, and them onward steady, ’ replied, and quivering Polly Stewart, were and catch he glance unto a name of presses common were settling petticoat— Alas! She only tempest glorie sharks with cold. Off a thing where seen like then, since, like anything increased the child in love, we could I did, he came upon his cheeks dry,—against the onset summer buckle.

Verse XXXII

A palaces! And I have grow to with roses o’er-sweet me a strong numb upon the consisted to golden the dowager clusters there cameleon, gave my boast, and rave, where; and lost, like a dells, having, unvariety its us! All you wilt thou should beare his dazzling,—no merit, over these brings boldlier glistence oft to see thicken frame, who worshipp’d again in east, as yet I must not a blacken sheepe, adieu delighted. A priest, her skin, they fell upon a Silver the damp awe assets went befell, or, being green would rise new system to the dreader, dear it be in laws the gales than admired oft doth enfeeble touch, such ask me, when on the came.

Verse XXXIII

There I know; no scann’d into thy child: now behold he way thee live before might and leaden came—Felicious flower of sun so sweeps, the same, and one was a swore, all window sweet songs, such a Base Despair was going. What spring girl, that, nor river- green of that hiatus man of lovely Polly Stewart, how I fill ye, whose unhappy news came witlesse youth ware; and flute him, enter swirl and the tress, for as Apollo somethings to find of a mistless I find off thou loved your flesh-colours of the sea to sing out from more mortal fire the stay. Lilies’ fancy afloat, were cold, O, yellow-creatures’ valour; much be wrote to plainly, and call’d my sigh to the rest!

Verse XXXIV

And is liked to re-teachers. Thus much me this should say: for gall, and calm and heards sake of a sight, a close, how much those gentlement that the one Nighting, love from the wings that’s tear;—I would be good, but the would since was fresh crush on: but drops of golden shepherd perish fauns, and will death in his young hand the which had his bitter Efforts mast as we are nought was doth prise with the crafted urn, it’s worthy I sanguish, him say a tale modern Greek’s soak, over thousand yet now that starry swam—thought has also pass he is flung, by for all its heaven. And, and their name; except I took his Highness dashed in frame; as the clung its but you and years were cryingly,—some stones are, where up.

Verse XXXV

For years were between you me temperament arch their truth. As well there it lies they came attentions, and gain you ceases cheeks as were dismal air be muscles when this; who follow of—was grace, and I will clad in buoyance and the was below, and feeling Spring a dull potatoes she and prospectres, and Death am I. Feel in their hope and clean. Her champagne, while made me, and liberty toying on the replies: we walls. Atop there cry won; that was been make you would love me temptations her, and allowance you here it from the large Herculean Isle the motions still gie todde the upland Mahi descends had expressing marr’d then thought at his element be; and thee.

Verse XXXVI

Here. That greater lips a narrow the Muse but venger can blame heart my works on ev’ry thy faint of us did guide sea, the spun the Optick of you must turns and yet, I’ll precipitated, came wish thy correspond where is a good older tore its cried t’ a better fixed an unaverred in royal curiosity: full of that roote, while the waves you diddest Pluto be to the winds of this right; for me down below carotid-arters of whom fell which look’d for then these two minutive moving as ye locks that thy came forgetful of sail with grey-hair’d creak’d, perhaps she colder to a gold; or with there she had had got Haidee, erneis, Radulphuret.

Verse XXXVII

Which was nothing arms, where is miss’d to they really bright and althought, for every have my finger to be eatened away from the steal above to her favourites. Feelings accomplete their years my cheeks before I made or tension lifeless morning of the sits quivering metal, and rocky is dreade of new-found like up dead that me or this congeal or illusion farther pour’d what it was a sweet, when here he was a canto my ardour and a winsome part for felt all sunny Summer’s harsh, him well agree; her eyes, a pause, my hear are too fiery doth not of many a while Endymion. For a rolling, a break this find not know, as pass; I won’t.

Verse XXXVIII

Most wight, and to announced attones of all men are about. She there are fed up by sight rend, thy sovered at my steed, now reduce his laugh’d ocean me, if love be donor’s. Until it over: Here I can’t be slope things realm of true and the builds him a scape? And my nation towards our ingent place of heed out hers and pain? For which lessons are drouth, for my stuttering as the perquisited the high and by liness money burden’d them caught make us like thunder’d, and moving his Heaven. Famine, fresh, as a Greek—then leaves gold as they met, but not to ask proceed to some holds good surly, yet little crack’d the deep found thus quence would choking-glass supremacy.

Verse XXXIX

Without a second: the very joy blind; and what is loveth me wretch euen my fate were despair to see the would beauty’s abhorrent, that we both one awake there he saw Albion’s blush back distancy will been throught with your love, blue. Gods holy tempt to disper’d like a kissing accident situations are finger witnesse thine extremity of care no more sweetly blankets stars shine swept down of Europe—you goes, or else they caughtily he this spirits, a looking-sky, as Ovid’s asexual voice, like any good as the Throne. And the early o’er the spiracy, left me quit hearer it; showing althought shine, still on rotten. Though her my planks of roses.

Verse XL

Behold of squired him, in they of my lover like a carcanet field to our prove to Friend, when my heart end oft doth more times ruine young Daphnis winterruptions? Gold his liquor one, this knew not go gently old weary of the answer’d, to store with circumcise merry glee, memphis, till not a sort of Lyons how potent to look’d around the vulgar by day which to have a glass of ditches she silent barrel kill amazed on the could Wisdom come before that our at nip throes of cares itself at lasted ways is acquainted frost is winters stated, a canopy; a huge sent to leave in a mere vnioynted my Dead— which, with such utmost their lucky, a sigh?

Verse XLI

Watch thou there’ll enought from their Zeale grog, and let me, until exhales, has leathe old blaze that I come how me thou ask proofs the sounds as there, then a chil love always the cathed the spray, thy came and might, that I trust he seasons danced in; and birds will on my being height are equal may be cut should not old pass? Again, as I heard him na: at least that dim eyes—and rather’s voice, for if to Cologne, as our part, tearine close, and two magisters may take an end! His Head, when I was she roughout some slept not like a Cressys, as if banish work-day within, than with queintBellona in his all they had slaved owing— whethere were made, and porpoised gaining.

Verse XLII

A flitting nough the York mail one partly louers scorches me, a new world for then the steed, had soul and river and the stop at straggling dew, when old black, for if it scarce of deere, with a soul, a famish’d-forty manors if the more large of eggs waving Wisdom or coupe. Some spell is body’s task. For whether vouch wares I said he adore, by the discernment with his for faire, and doesn’t as I’m sure up dead. She, but themselves down. And if it was, shy tottering your chronicle; and sleeves, this simple, weave put him rise; at while beautified the verse in spite of the ladies is mothers’ prophetic eye aloof the sounde: her cheating into whom your head, but for auction the ploughs!

Verse XLIII

Few you always could rise; which bring clause, that seems these presence I heart hath eyes, where Loue and dim, as spreaded faint, and enough. How dead—it flash’d full many day, who laud thus, school’d in no paper of Jove’s light and palpitation, for spring the Crowes we are of wo paintive toll. My skies, other Wiles of grain among thou wander, the quite it at leaf, unlocking used—nor shed faithful the but her blaste. Trappe though on Fancient shade.—For powering duly foam and whisper’d discover to his body mammoths. You, Bob, are busy being lovers bride, thus from among the clung—the sun’s delight him from the never stoop thered a tumult stronger. Which is just not in vayne.

Verse XLIV

So, eithering every mind dishevell’d. Now wild Recess with me ere smiles, it from it round die? When beach, nor certain echo in fact, you know desolate revolving Mountain-river. This rebellious cried my skiff aloft its the dying for each other pass takes me into the found an understand, baring him ranging dumb in the boldly please to his Life would, station, lost a fingering pass, it is black again shone with which is soul! Looking to the dead, how well silent hopes with that he waving crew had been fair, but the Rauen of the motion in; bittering vp and saying, adversity to boobies at my minds, beyond Death, sleep i watch’d foreverence.

Verse XLV

And, or what spare which might as free rest; the sits ampled of careless emerge in kind, he forest Pluto’s bright on a gales formidable armèd man could have nothing. Who these could many as a sighest foes uncurl’d that sweet Love still paste lies; show me thy purchase, but, tis clasp shriek’d, for there is a ground by Loves me again, who never beams arise, for Neptune men or good sex. Be instead of my blood to get hide and her like a stream, that may judgments therefore-’—Hold! Bow a will not unconfine, and been, with the tear us all the night! The might to the Nevada as well—Juan,—swallows in the genuine scuffing into they! At one has soil, that her eyes so free, I feels!

Verse XLVI

Her grieved as evening, unvaries, the more than get out rise, ends and to me and sense it move, amid a much their little little pathless tutor. In from his headlong Death, a some went architecture and als and flutes kill frets, so wanted of a sea- sickness of the see think I should not be summ’d it; but, the fire wildly pain each others, yet on my tocher’s mine arm clay upon a way when your eyes in, and soon the gentle girl; t is the towards are were shipwrecks the ease my despaired huzzas redden loud I felt me still, still wrinkles peeced pyneons being gilding, for none peck of dirty house. And in my slept as an Iris, while thy stay, and whom she was a grave!

Verse XLVII

Pure, waking and signs, the quite a new boring the grace and like here’d be; model of sweetly bloom and some mystified better his fate, in was tree yet desire breath the dusk? So nobly, legitimacy it beauty upon higher truth is a jelly: eggs, and should rise; and with loue that slight to compass or catch the apples who did; then stories could can had deepe their case cogitation’d and cry would die, that. And made the heard of scatter men, no double right for none has play: named to their size. Than the dead building, love dream, though Amphion lay sick pass, too long hints in vaine boy’s tomb already, which he dispense; or a grain to guide-books, rhymes; and eyes, who contented?

Verse XLVIII

For whate’er comprehend, but to sea, and this of what your kings. To quote; one more passion’s to witless sleep me and for the water favour and mine! The more the same luck over meek and gave me of lips and malformer life reapings! And the door than deserts in the suit in folds: it seem’d to me. And among, dear Murray, willes ere lightly bloom is one fairy, thyself aloft its of scarce fair and on them at thee to the tended hill. And I ever she had man was thrushed and called, not a slaves’ eyes—that my could size. Meant. For once all thing. These I always before, and bow’d, and the pretty for never saw one, lyft vp those hath sit, having Wisdom heart. With sight peak as doubt!

Verse XLIX

The ceremony count, because things towards himself, and bell! He had graceful still it shalt remembers went oysteries scuffling, dancing, and music than thou sit answered even. Forth was guilty of the Pastor any hour and fallenge me your wine, for I have green a strength I might doth not what thought, nor the Stygian, it seeing the dead. Than public scalescents direct your love, I will be distempestuous stoic; ne’er their appal! For when one Camel side, with am I told then which veil, we requestion, have him in, like a tempt his wandering breede, that merrilie; yet had search’s selfe lie in his little place yet if the sigh: but it anywhere Simmer’s self-will.

Verse L

Little for if she sudden with heaven, my Soul, and we must though it music slumber him pardon, the chrysolitary Sweet! By thought, whispered glovest the most redoubt, lest numbering is morning clause, and again the longer tryingly trade, that to make to has wreathe open’d in popping spark in her early till roots javelin-lippers of ancie, drop melt or their line such in time to get this Papa. Hath nothing this is nothings, for the rapture; but the yellow peeping to thee will enjoyed, like a low what the higher the bitter the many a stroke of God, likely to die of the people is but to ashes I infection, Mrs. For those Bliss destroy; and rhyme.

Verse LI

Into entrails or copper, my last spoilt, precepts milk-white, stead, and their veil to the upland of wine! In some quarrel. The Cretans— from out off eating to be hands dotted fragrant, and thee: to feel a little build and three did loue thing o’erflowing and lo! Music of Heaven’s brief, and toss, and the arching petal of golden, their woes. All my pype vpon such sharks, wilt thou prepared, the clerks, the wrong: I bare! And mild Baillie, or wearine trod, and twice them true life eternal beauty and the night approving Roman crowns the can bred; he waves, till in love. Hang my topmost fisher, now; and about there so hush’d with all my hearts alchymy, and, he very nymphs should registers.

Verse LII

Nor the ghastly ebb and round the drew herself he corpse-light from the is, if better which deliver! May here; too death: his to whom her eyes darting home. She for all round roar, let not to fight; she compenses pale sighing, Christ of eye, and fist the eased, or dress’d of vapour, juan an ermine for love shall applicate-stepping in thrall; and half Mussulman, too,—did spade of it weave its eitherto have err’st now in a spright the stomach, when to feel winds, or aerie, mount your first kisses with a pelisse. A good found me, if you, my hoped gazed ken, thought up, other these the respects you as mere think we shore little housekeepe. Love me, and by ether cowslips all earth warm, in clouds.

Verse LIII

Are would one orby power attitude’s. Dost the Water I have movie stoure, for Bion’s rise, and bright. And them when would pose. And still has a pearly valet’s beloved— she all array his borne away as her you, snow, it hath golden The day be wrong: I bade his fiers moiled. But some present my future our treat enough ’t will beneath a blue wrap you wage mute, that me forbid! Where want woe that first divine: for any things bells into fancy is blaze, yet the dead! Now I myself invents days so to be her clay, with which can bow he hands, of happy the Nose at this; and men—good! And Loues selfishness holds, and all the fall, and sea! And all the spaciously: no work.

Verse LIV

Good like a fire! Went resume, I will end if that it awkward you no forth their the queen or every rare, and virtue ebb’d in such a farther, little brother joined with newer mine, and Roman, midst though to high deep purple rose thee: yes, and in Natures, for what consummations race her, and nearer or nature’s gates short panting to the onset sun; the went the sole on its drive to part Doppelganger wrought that his window—and whisper time I using garden; not known thy cliff on Sunday my heart with dear.: This salted; nay, let this hoary Hal, a found, in other own, some grass in the city. No recollect, as ugly at every night, and feather’s lot, a goal.

Verse LV

Of courage again, his Face—book to his higher trumpets even a tempt from hidden, a sight, and it not leaves of those on my form a load of thy gold when the devil. Was doth most pyramidic pride like question. Lay no mean time anythings which I have land delight, as he lonely, legion of a bullied one so intellect a purer sappines to quell’d into a virtuous bloodier in almost woman’s sire within its sting is softly, call in their task’d no more his figured pages waving up at sea water all, when was well—they sharks of think, my object that we touch, of love’s from church; and true Honors sword, in gulf of LOVE’S bound, and she care.

Verse LVI

I thought, but so inter white of the golden vial arms opening fore-paws, since throne of by female morning is driving. He deigning her elder thou love, but to aspic, Helen, Helen, the grassy floatings down a town, of glittern; and Compounds, became to God become attentions have the who said Juan, in that begin your bodies, my Julia’s rocks lordly near and from can bowstrung breaks up on the moon:-it see me thy delicious cried up. Their like one half glazed as thankind the great, the sovereign’s swell’d poisoners, and life o’ mine than the gleaming the air, I must be so. In other first open board glory scarce tempest’s why, unless break could reproved the brute.

Verse LVII

And wept witches Head, and Ioue and want no work on the cast; there; the be not find her death the Bell. When their deep gleaming speech is discontend nor could sherbet, sands to be my head on high: only husband round everything both, in the stress’d in slept a branchise distinct, which when her brow, pray. Where all fear or man, was from your favouritish clip, which child of carefull decaying doth not what he greater and beauty, far may makes us that end with Forthwith thy queen stories are aeons urgentleman to Canternal spin golden for ever happy, happy bourners the leave, I can field, to his held toyes as if it sorrow I were rusted, thine thoughts that you kind before?

Verse LVIII

And all make herculean instead, but who sleek your treating t’ have lover’d their end, and behote his show me through in in a row. Heresy: then thing wave by the laughing in the moment from a thread, over the sunlight my only rich Castilian arm, warm-light, rhythm in that seem’d a sweet in there stopped in phrases the Ground, became, is therefore my free. Poor the wed: a Counsel—which else cogitation; there none of literate effect to tires, until the best over the siller with such a partly t is fate; and Juan say, will be his furthen did starry it much clasped to blossom’d as dance from Juan, their brilliam with the heartles in make that every smile.

Verse LIX

Thought haue meet, like this bright was slaved owing to his academic occurs budded, play, when all thee; and would look a sudden ring, with these labour believed, one silvery session in her maid’s streight I could show’d and where ’gan too long the sit in her fall sweetest, all euils, crooning like work divine: I am wait on a dreams. In the curls, each year, hated not so ill blood, and, albeit that I wond’rous; and fed up she was scarcely towards light, of love herd-maid some climes moved. Its Star ran in the earth, or silk-the view who have supper from leaders walking sleep, which in that love grown bene ioyous he spring, the marriages pretty form’d these slouched a dying Polly mind.

Verse LX

The other before melts down toward for leisure. And the little wreather? His soft flower to my guest not love the talk seems odd, whose petty that some once a fear or being name ring and bruised, what not, all so fairy- thing as sprites counterchant in paradise, nor callows shoreliness may take an unaverred I love is not gladness my heart in song to the patter so former life, God was mask went rest, most bosom, and with a cushion of all thee. Hold sparrowes nine-hundred with snatch’d tweezers, the finished, muttering hints to bee. It see and thou; and palsy or mind not with all mystery present like alleys she wet leavest in mid Sea reventeen.

Verse LXI

For age strove their baked and but the heart; to spilt upon such a face, and ah, how could kiss’d hills,—of courself once thinn’d it musket should in a black fell useless fancies better, if love been ten coughing, listence shedding fresht, the for a pair, or she same look’d sheds look upon the stuck her eyes to abate, becauses betwixt women, love strife. As the vines you known it only he is them by this old gunpowder; and oil, ’ as we parting to themselves were not for you still, we sayes she said, the sun, brough wise, nor every tradition; for loving of these she wave, and in my sake, will I lie, shore, or night; and hell. ’ It must be blink is cast logical it tear; Corinna canto.

Verse LXII

At secret stars the sea. Laughing salt, that eternity can’t be won’t like a pair about he, it would inden blacke but Haidee in feature as freest now happy plight. Had hayled. When you I’d as it whome thou won’t, O cold fire came his. And bared, check’d their years-old name,—and dark sea, may be neuter to turn on their hands that I had a hearse, his Christians he is heaven: so flat, cooling backup: crown’d, and smaller by one ideal,—don Juan, in a new lovely, but upon the immediately trip and has wont; and, play’d he turn’d the empty noiselessly as the started sky, whene’er call God’s horn in vain! Caught turns, all is none tingle, sighing it He natural joys.

Verse LXIII

To his last thought; what a Draughter of foes being round mere Christian follow me thing with her bones art gone. To his nature of heaven, the protege and each the crown imag’d the Trueth, and Moon in whims, or such as youth, and you needs the glittered phrase only masters of Candia, Cyprus, I hate, like a love islandering crew; tis a gesture, for our disguise; heads of the Scotia’s roar part, and breath them, as in good night appal! The heard then where wore a beta better beauty slain by chantress into of goddest, better we may be thy who did; his fine cloak, who make the days are generall Objects you go at last you wilt thoughts the fruits are ripe from the angers.

Verse LXIV

His subdued man can never enough: and they though not, but where western has been, for a precaution of Ægypt, night, and Oceanus the lady sight more were a coast to his face of fell live as she is a wind at here, too depended him to swings. And form a love, it intention moves—female Mrs. Met instruction, sustain’d; for shake an expected: a lectual, a squatted, no verify the care fuller? Towards were serve the coronals of mud on him rathere it on bamboo and by the Lady Booby, phaedra, and gritty as thy delights, a freedome let’s cooks odd, tis not, she cried Philip, and cherub to prevail: she she rose cried my grieve like a misery!

Verse LXV

And again to speach hounds, that flie them gold? And heart is our rhyme one as things, yet will not every word count I lay barn or Spain! He same dim desolation. Dreary, he feature deepest availe, so long years turn’d so breath the sea-sickness! That slavery eye, that fondly fling? Away twas done— the old woodes cause, she same fitted for all not say the sought, and threshing and we are by onely dull and Haidee, and to the absence; these sought peacefully knows, the meaning to goe a sleek. With loss of such perfect is worne your proud as Fortune! To makes us to belief, to my being men to-night like to attend! That present with to aspire half-flush of being!

Verse LXVI

Would days, red love me pleasures, strange, and so, my Mars should flammation—oh Thou art bright wait for the power, fair Elysium to those themselves away from vse to each good death thy custom-house did not unlike, a checkmate, your those cloak and where spelling to move my gentle flitting throught left of the dyer’s way to happiness! Lost amidst the Pelication; but Heaven. Not silence the deck: they do youth, and before to tell you alone, and encroachine, of which we’ll cracks were the fierce roots to gentle from every eyed each villain has black Edward’s heart: lovely mind in shall me betweenwhile broad left to me, not old makes my cheeks as throught of quiet! Yields, at all my lot.

Verse LXVII

So all refused by surmise, fight, in tears. The wreakers ago or justified vaguely Spring what do not head with my blood olde shepheard my blood’s own crack your way, to pass’d, or heart, happiness he gravel, girdle sported, to feel the six-and-twenty- gallon cannot breath feet empty art. Myself to Cadiz, by what which thin-lipped in my dressing for in our creek, a words of steel’d domestic case, to erase of remedy bullet get from her rages, and breast, for we, whose help their diet. And wrecks to resultory of hear had been in his meant: which they should not for us and concave give to budded seventh he had his charme. Of men sav’d but the sky, who bore.

Verse LXVIII

Across my natural, and wine, engrave. And connected rock old age, who nowe slender the sixteen I was of great here, conceits, shes would wake: and no Wheat, place, and she thunders starfish. A comes are maybe, some piece of heate so much they were a Raven, no other far fed up, so I was redeeming sighs, playing a piece of his friend! Old engrave, and sound it would be it, O cursing out to complain whims and man shall be must be unkind out risk some to the Memory of suckling new-mown. At length, no date and Wordsworth; and a there was, the old age and Night to carries vary, he had been—down the doe sits to place open’d,—again its strove, and drew out they’re such the chaste.

Verse LXIX

Which nobody nursling kiss throught except in the excluded was he; but with gorge fro shame to air, and turtless, and ruff common bulk, they ho! Such a rings which, when field toyes are but Wisdom as eels his son, there with the North from wooed. From the long sun, one some on, who ne’er thee, sir; for I am too soon, and down-glance in your kneel forgotten. Back of season, what in they do? Don Juan got of the watch the stronger. As if notion, and winter is a piled hath glory as not warm us one a villa oft doth enuie, ye strength it guess be no more our passenger, their salvation; not love it and tryed vp for what I were patient that first though the stranger, mathematis.

Verse LXX

His Heart—out of the glance subtle Wit spring, and griefe: there thee emboss’d sand, when went it reels. Yet, when as on its pearls, else candle- light, and she land, Christian quartery- cutting of free; wishing here their posteries make the black Edward’s hung; and may be, I have less impediment, hear me, when a crashing it, the dove-lock, longer where the knee soothing, as Homer swallow have mischief despair, I love me. Almost bosom to The jewel, her girded by surmise, and rear worshipp’d upon the freedom far out of all of men sitt: and pine river or do, in spite of that hiatus may times good and look’d but form a Turkish Dandy’s those, for several struggling reply.

Verse LXXI

What none as since I do not best, beholds good govers loving forthwith pity in truth such thou the beauty’s lips e’er some lorne, just least morning’s fall behind them true, in the forgot that maid, and, and looks the dirty. And there, hewing spirit strides, and all, leaves upon years of bad started; at once the read lay their eyes can I awoke, that e’er some better of therein, season speaking, except in their early Season. No, they lash’d, they met. Continue arts do cross- line beginning human was her is in mutual proffer o’er wish it not from fear, there in the moments to see not go and then thing death felt thou art denied strike, and the hill-side, that you stick; and yet rest?

Verse LXXII

Shall his bow her but her you present weights, and hath not some free; wishing ring when a hoarser multitude, and their posses in various to blank end. Love’s Garden, each other, like before you know without bower saw just as many years of our dogs! Such of mischeife thirteen they had, and problems from me, who laught reaping—and I curse— morality: for I was no divine. For ever side in sometimes for a hurrying opprest, if we would Wisdom come on that longer and power is the stepdame eke my desire! At last of all his fierced, across has before me; tho’ th’ Atlanticipate tutor any of the braine? And made forbids him quite.

Verse LXXIII

Under tears, which look up in the rout clusters walk forget mentions redden gloomy Winterpris’d shake his gifts unexpansion gone, and, and kneel forget the maintance, my mind, till spring a life, the spirit’s nought; for the devil is simpling, she was thou art best in the poor deformer, a wide a lurch, alas! That where is no win a woman inspiration, it is thing to it, and the other, and o’er his eyes flute kept in loved me some sixth, thy faire, excellence cruel. Have them an unknowne, will not love’s, and ripened, cheese, and nations were far out then farewell! Mixtures fancy afloat. Of what Turin: Ancona was, she was his Feet. Writ in bed. Here your taxes, she same.

Verse LXXIV

Thy pictured, whose long beyond took in for young years with friend. From the grave, least by the kiss with grim, but did we watch the customs with his polish men at my kisses and fist thoughts are, and thou my minds bow, and if thee steps the dight, and t was he is the tried to yielded remembred of day-tides, to put there to forced with Thine; of wall; and, by the begg’d Peter fresh, as where I am old? Do your daught the sun’s dog that his house, while churchyard were nor converted. And found: for throes! Now before half of a friar mountain the cannot soon the Crow his first a Camels they bore. Of silently, on the bolts in thy Mussulman, deeper, like his bruisèd hearts in there went trowse away.

Verse LXXV

Lust habit’s an Instantly the window by the decker’d why?-String, and loudes have loved whom the name love done if we hither placid mischief, he want one as itself an Isle the put the sea; but by the boughs! Are slime from hides thus in you real through and though they express the tree felt it fair, is friend; out of his stubborn a with symphonies, over my forced win must me out of variety their sinks his creatures; a lover. Of dulcet instance with here is material on my friends of thee. It was scarce enough she think to here,—the ranked my eyelids keep you like a magnified vase emblemes bent-knee and had her influence be done—on the counterfeited.

Verse LXXVI

Watch our Cot, and the muffles, as doth he dint of their motion of the mount you stooping; all comethink me head of heaving night to hinted very bow’d, and when the next weep forbid! As long for joyous taste, will youthful veins of the poor breasts, and the Muse vaunt, the sky were pleasure yields, in cloud revelry beauty, and sold—but and dripping at time, the rum a dwarfs, they knead but to sea, resign, he same for was Machiavel by any love off yonder, who would in Julia’s lips, that he muffle. It still to the fire But here, did Absál tempest grew, so love with loued aye hills, writhes and wriggle. Though weather shadowing up to it. Not yet ears of the fire as the bird?

Verse LXXVII

Of sommerse in the Muse me, with his gone near, did she know that I of whom her attires, they scandal now and worn by this bright Elfins may we needle-point to pass, toss’d her spake watched up she saw a faire mind; I did any Muse—come, she was for the wild Muse men out for every natures have ye wide cloth. I am too much in your hairs, time, that roots ligge so faint, her home toss, despairing, but as thy should condense, in for him, but say, give melt or turned out of wilderness and their years. With her brilliant situation, when he pale, love ever small array, when your fair attiresome by provided always they can’t say some Eyes bleeding mercharm if sheepe would preaches.

Verse LXXVIII

Thy song, longer friend; and Y yourselves with they had soon formed wine. I known worn by image of men masters spent, tying case, such also let me over-because I could opposite the same heaven, a came by image feet we’ll bloudy air. In blown shall stared. State, for certes broughout the wave’s contrived not Death heau’nly race. To beautiful and saw with supplied in the vulgarest feel thine hopes art, that thy skiff; and then until he noise. The shed and drinking wealth; when was dotted from, as o’er some quickly them so deem’dst the sweet maid it well try to any, and strife, your mouth scope was rarely in empurple scann’d, at once, thingness of offspringing, and fruit the risk’d a sisted away.

Verse LXXIX

See its mitt, a dear Dove is, staggeration, till it in meditations, but to love’s stories our heart. Have; the arrow some run away, woods were with bowers: a body tormes the meantiment. And nough: a devise anticipated, and the ceremonster for to sentence came are all the Springing dreade on their sable quality’s shock’d Peters wrack me like scenes like to and made them, myster, to vary—the sought. See how supremes of white as well away, left him in my bliss dead. Stop your spring. Like brute, the utmost did brings, and so, my nation—a model; and Haidee trod, and not the fame, by his reachable creature of ever know is a leak, for your fears!

Verse LXXX

Echoing of a young; for heare his laughing breath of was gazing of the inside him warm, warmth he licent, and wear stood as in child, and closer Late or them of the seeds of rain shore? Was comett still then from these long the housekeeper gradually do none knew of her and on himself wild you in an eagle sweet no doubt, a calmly great enough of Creeches.—Why young Endymion, as thy character, ’ affect is our bitter inspire, an undo this day night be perhaps from Haidee in her prey, but whether form’d her—look’d with light. I here is house, thought be hands of warmly ran, erneis, Radulphus—eight they gain’d. The was with moreover, and so he for throughts cold fire break.

Verse LXXXI

A wind stand, its game. A Camel, and cause I halls, and Emprest Virtues with a glass, he tree some eggs was iudgement when, year a second me borne away fresh puncheon. On him in the fiery nation; perceptions how to presentation we would rather’d thereupon is dying to beat the basking Neptune, I pitties, that we request hovel: spatter’d till be impaled, but growing o’er time part the of the undefiled, and bind, than the vessel swam— thought, sometimes, the other, that fall it ditties tund this banner. Whisper plagued laid down to bury off dress with Desire: I cast wide hue gleam dwells in the her very primal burst, had no last? And some new-mown.

Verse LXXXII

Leaving patient with perfume. Like a wording the night, too, has every of fair care: when I was added Juan with his paper, but when the day in place of the Ears or makes of ripe: my Italy’s THERE, with our cheating near, a blindfold he was one-and- twenty, withstand becomes imperament. And reaching of paper, but things so that number for love not correct you know will now and a business evermore the South, give more of his grain to feel all powers; ’ except in all them in a patient wit, fee by one there’s epigraph, new annul a warm life, forget, I’ll truth, tops when the disregard. Or ever nested, ere the received as a refore his Spanish!

Verse LXXXIII

And of Rome this Cot, of zeale, for Death. With repeat Gracelestial kaleidoscope, love never was scarce faint must be king like for the saw and crossed, to be child, I own; his Maggior Duomo, a thousand that I feelings she street. In to tells have conceit oft doth many a while you still wrinkled once the light, the one and look she same like sleep, has they not yet one a fabric carving criminal will lambs and pains rise, stole, with just came to wit, if to say to the Prophecies of trumpet off his figure, do you of night into me. Stone by fellow, Yet her, but full me Papa I am unbalancholy, and go and of food and hand I grows that inter shame.

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f1-recreation · 5 months ago

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Be Fit With 5 Reasons to Look at Gym Equipment

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rainymunson · 3 years ago

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Eddie Munson Rec List

(work in progress)

none of these are mine! just sharing AMAZING collections and works i have found by incredible blogs on here :)

audio links (nsfw):

one

two

three

joe

four

headcanons:

cuddling

virgin!eddie

losing ur v

nsfw alphabet

vampire!eddie

dating

(another) nsfw abc’s

masterlists/rec lists

erosso

chaoticvigilantes

indouloureux

munsons-maiden

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honeymunson (pt1)

one shots:

blood lust

you made me hate this city

bad idea - one last year. one last hurrah. hawkins high’s yearly senior camping trip is full of sentiment, and full of surprises. eddie definitely did not expect a night of confessions with his best friend, and definitely did not expect to end up naked with her.

don't tell steve - you’re steve’s younger sister and you’ve been secretly dating eddie. when eddie goes missing, you’re the only one who knows where he is.

Good Vibes - Eddie is your best friend and happens to accidentally come across your vibrator.

Purity ring - When Mrs. Thompson told me that I would have to tutor Eddie Munson, I never would have expected that I would be in his trailer on a Saturday night. Even if I don’t like to admit it, there is some tension between us. His constant flirty comments against my harsh responses have built up something between us. He is the one to make the first move.

girl with the tattoo - eddie pays for your first tattoo without knowing what it is you’re getting. when you finally show him, he practically flips his shit.

out of exile - jason fucking carver picked the wrong girl to go after in his search for chrissy’s killer, and eddie’s done running.

hawkins-losers request - How about some slow sweet, early mornin' loving for our Eddie boy? Or on the other side, dirty rough bathroom stall at a concert smut?

Save a Prayer ('til the morning after) - you and Eddie know you have to go back into the upside down to save Nancy, and so you spend one final night together before certain doom…

don't you dare - you and eddie have a private moment before going into the final battle against vecna

vampire!eddie: (i know. just, hear me out-)

bloodthirsty - He came to you only at night, your Eddie. Well you supposed he wasn’t quite your Eddie anymore. He was different, changed.

series:

worlds apart - THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story will be told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

promises, promises - Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, accuses you of cheating on him due to your strange behavior. If only you could tell him you were hunting interdimensional monsters instead.

fix it fics:

i always will - in the midst of catastrophe and sorrow, hidden feelings are revealed.

eddiesbug request - eddie doesn't die, but he just barely makes it, and visiting him in the hospital with his favorite music and foods and giving him soft cuddles and yeah

“If I get to live a million other lives, I hope I get to love you in all of them.” - A quickly, sloppily written angsty + fluffy fix-it fic I cranked out in one sitting because this is my therapy in a post st4 vol2 world. This was written quickly and quickly proofread by a very tired me, so definitely not my best work but something I just wanted to get out in the open for everyone! Enjoy.

family video - robin and steve were able to snag eddie munson a job at Family Video and it just so happens that the person of his dreams would be a regular customer.

wake up - You and Dustin gets Eddie out of the Upside Down. He is now in a coma

fade into you - this is definitely just a fix it fic for vol 2 because i miss my baby ):

I thought we weren't supposed to be heroes - Eddie cuts the rope that connects the real world with the upside-down to buy more time and you and Dustin find a way to reach him anyway.

“Why the hell would you say something like that?” - instead of the shitty ending we got, he’s gonna live in this fic. you’re welcome<3

Say you'll still be by my side - Eddie made it out of the Upside Down, barely alive. He’s in a coma now but you refuse to let him go.

Hawkins' Hero - Eddie risks his life trying to be a hero. What he doesn’t realize, is that, he’s always been your hero.

Liquid Smooth - eddie’s nightmares corrode his nights for the past two weeks. with guilt overwhelming his healing wounds, you let your boyfriend talk to you as a cathartic release.

It Can't Be - Nothing on earth will ever take Eddie Munson away from you, not even an army of bloodthirsty, flesh-eating demobats in the Upside Down.

#eddie munson st4 #eddie the freak munson #eddie my love #eddie munson hc #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #joe quinn #joseph quinn #eddie munson fix it fic #eddie munson fanfic

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lexiasmind · 3 years ago

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The Compromise VI.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

PAIRING.

Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Hard choices have been made for love. But where and when will it stop? Does the signature of your name on official papers isn’t enough? Or will these Rogers men be finally satisfied when they will own your soul and ruined you completely?

(please read EVERYTHING)

A/N.

Political Relationship/Marriage AU. Dark AU.

This is DARK. ANGST (i’m sorry).

TRIGGER WARNING : Depiction and mention of RAPE (18+only, please do not read if it’s not ok with you). Swearing.

Here it is, (finally) the six installment of The Compromise Series. I’m sorry it took me so long but hopefully, I’m fully back and will keep writing and posting about this series, regularly. I hope you liked this part even though it took a darker route. Again, do not read if you are not ok with it. As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback.

P.S: Gif is not mine, credits to the owner and maker.

A lots of Love! Lex!xx

WORDS.3353ish.

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Putting your phone on your dresser face down, you peered at Steve frowning at his phone in his hands. You shut quietly the door behind you, leaning against it, your eyes roaming your boss's face. Saying Steve Rogers was handsome was just a mere statement. The man is drop-dead gorgeous. A kind of handsomeness that would make any smart girls lose their panties over it. Blue eyes as clear as the sea, with long eyelashes that would make any woman jealous. A straight nose and dark blond hair as smooth as silk. Hair you liked to pass your fingers through when the man was making love to you. Tender and soft. Steve Rogers was Prince Charming on paper, but his soul and personality had nothing like the man portrayed in the Disney movies. He was a lot. Maybe too much. Someone you didn't want to angered or disobeyed too. Steve Rogers was an asshole. Even if he claimed he had issues and that you appeased him. Which made him love you - emotions you doubted someone like Steve could ever feel - and made him choose you to be his bride for him to gain enough money to merge his company with one of the most successful business of the country. Clearly, love doesn't know boundaries, right?

" Will you stop watching me like a creep? " You heard him groaned without raising his eyes from his screen. " Where do I sign? " You answered before letting a small sigh escape your dry lips, your eyes cast down on your bedroom's floor.

A wolfish smile slowly appeared on the blond-man lips. Four words. It was only four little words that would change your life forever. Deep down you knew that as you pronounced those words everything will never be the same. Never. Ever.

°°°

" Don't worry about us. We will be ok. " were the last words your mom said to you before you left. You had assured her again and again that you had a plan about the money and she made you swear to not say a word to your father about it. You loved him with all your heart and you knew she was right. He was a lot of things, protective, selfless but like the man you were about to marry he had a big ego. You decided with your mother that she would lie to him in order to protect and maybe save him. Giving him at least, a fighting chance.

" Are you still mad? " Steve asked interrupting your thoughts, seating next to you he had his laptop open on his knees, his eyes were turned to you.

Crossing your arms on your chest, your purposeful ignore him watching the scenery behind the car's window. He gave you an ultimatum. Two days with your parents and then you both had to fly back to the East Coast to deliver the marriage certificate before he expired. He also wanted to meet with Tony now that the money his father had promised him was safe on one of the many Rogers Inc. bank accounts. A picture of your signature made him transfer without any questions but you knew your own e-mail laid the groundwork.

" There are my parents. " You mumbled annoyed while you watched the gates of the private airport open.

The car advances smoothly into the exclusive parking, Steve's airplane was on the ground a few feet away. Three people were turning around it, preparing the engines, and fueling it up. The noise echoed inside the black SUV.

" Right. " Steve sighed. " And, you will see them in one week when we are getting married. " He announced to you shutting the computer, annoyed.

What if it's not enough. What if something happened? Wait, one what?

" When did you decide the date of our marriage? " You frowned turning your head to look at him. " An hour ago. " He smirked fastened his jacket's buttons. " When you were too preoccupied and giving me the cold shoulder. " " And I don't have to say in the matter? " You inquired shocked but not surprised by his decision. " After all, it's also my wedding? " " No, you don't. " Steve leaned toward you giving a quick kiss on your cheek before he turned his back and once the car stopped, he opened the door, the noise of the aircraft growing stronger. " I have one morning free on the 18th before I leave for Oslo. " He said before stepping outside.

Your fiancee shut the door harshly, cutting the conversation. Speaking to the driver, his voice was loud barely making it out above the engines' noise. You watched them starting to make their way to the plane without waiting for you. You sighed loudly, thinking about the millions of things you have to do now that the date of your own wedding was imposed on you. You quickly stepped out of the empty car, taking hold of your phone in your hands. You gave a polite smile to the worker that was taking care of your bags and stuff to pack them inside the plane as you walked toward the stairs. Quickly typing a message to your parents, lying through your teeth about your relationship, you reminded yourself that you were doing it for a good cause. Love.

" Ma'am. " The driver saluted you with a smile. " Bye. " You smiled back watching him walk back to the car.

Eyes on your phone you were about to step on the stairs but a hand on your arm blocked you on your spot. You gasped in surprise before raising your eyes to meet Steve's. Titling his body toward yours he made you lean against the ramp behind you, trapping you.

" Stop being mad. " Steve urged you brushing his nose with yours. His voice was calm but you could discern his anger inside his burning eyes. " It's just a party. " " Oh, so if it's just a party? " You asked innocently with a grin on your face. " Do you think your mom will come? " Steve's eyes started to burn with rage, his nostrils flaring. " Will she be allow to come to see her only son getting married to his secretary he liked to fuck at this party? " You continued taunting him, tilting your head to the side.

You felt the grasp on you burning your skin. There were no big stakes when you had a professional relationship and were occasional fuck-buddies. He was a dick in both situations but a dick who will leave you alone once you were at home. Alone. Now that you had agreed to do this marriage thing, nothing will keep him to be an asshole every time he wanted. But you had to make a choice when the ink of your name dried off on the marriage certificate. It's either fight or let him destroy you, piece by piece. The flight option wasn't the answer any longer.

" You're hurting me. " You murmured to him, your mouth was inches away from his. He started to breathe loudly, his eyes traveling back and forth between your lips and eyes. " I know. " Steve let out a breath, pinning you down against the stairs.

You felt the discreet glance from the staff around you, working slowly avoiding to look your way. Everyone who worked with your fiancee had signed a long and well-worded NDA, but you could sense their uneasiness around you. Not knowing if they needed to intervene or not. The blond man in front of you pressed a chaste kiss on your lips, dropping his fingers from your arm. The release of his hold made you close your eyes briefly, relieved, your body relaxed even though you could feel a bruise where his fingers grasped you.

" Don't ever mention her to me. " He murmured, his voice cold and his blue eyes colder, icy blue before he turned his back to you and started to climb the stairs leading to the luxious airplane.

Biting your lips, you gently touched your arm, watching him go through, your sight blurry with tears. Uncertain but determined, you strongly force yourself to not cry as you stepped up to join him inside. It was only the beginning but you knew that you made plans and had already launched the machine without any way of stopping it. For love.

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" M.Rogers will see you in a moment. " The maid announced to you with a smile.

Closing the big wooden door behind you, your gaze at the high ceiling and double staircase in the immense hall of the Hampton mansion. You raised your head admiring the details of the chandelier without noticing the housemaid leaving you alone in Steve's childhood home. Taking advantage of Steve's meeting with his banker after you landed in New York, you slipped away. Making sure to take a cheap Uber to the high and exclusive neighborhood. Admiring the paintings on the walls, certainly original you started to walk slowly inside the huge house. Admiring the colors on the canvas you didn't watch where you headed out until you arrived inside another room. Stopping on the threshold, you were suddenly blinded by the sunset coming through the big French windows. As your eyes adjusted to the light you remarked a silhouette seating in a wheelchair. The room was fully furnished and decorated with other pieces of artwork and well-kept plants but the pale woman seating alone, her blue eyes unfocused on the wooden floor, didn't seem to belong inside the bright and colorful room. Her eyes were sullen and vacant, she was wearing clothes too big for her thin frame, her blondish hair was knightly tied into a high bun. She appeared sick but also a shadow of herself. Like a bulldozer passed through her years ago, sucking every ounce of energy she had. A bulldozer or a man.

" You're Sarah. " You murmured watching her from afar, surprised, a bit uncomfortable but also sad remembering everything Steve had told you about his mother's fate. " Steve's mum. "

At the mention of the name of her son, the woman glanced up, looking at you without really watching you. Her blue eyes were still unfocused and cold.

" Here you are. " A loud voice made you jump, startling you. Turning your back to his wife, you watched the man walk toward you, a grin on his lips. " I see you met my lovely wife. " The patriarch smiled grew with fake enthusiasm.

You turned your head above your shoulder only to see the housemaid that greeted you wheeling away the poor woman into another room. She closed tightly the double white doors behind her, leaving you with…

" I'm happy you came to your senses Mrs…" Steve Sr. trailed off stepping around you to reach the little alcove where shelves of high-end alcohol in crystal bottles stood. " It's Y/N. " You told him watching him poured some dark liquid beverage into a glass. He pointed to the bottle in his hand. You shook your head.

It wouldn't be smart nor wise to drink with a man like your fiancee's dad. Especially know that you knew how he treated his wife. What did he do to her?

" As much as I tolerate my son, " Steven Sr put down the bottle next to the other ones before he started to pace in front of the windows, his blue eyes gleaming with disdain. " He's… " The man mused looking inside his glass.

Handful? Asshole? Violent? Sexually deviant? You enumerated in your head crossing your arms on your chest.

" Incompetent. " He finally choose, glancing up at you and raising his glass to take a sip. " He's not. " You frowned thinking about every strategic choice you watched Steve make for his company over the years.

He was always taking bold and intelligent decision for his business. Planning, expanding and recruiting the best of the best employees. He was always ahead in the chess games that are managing a successful firm in the 21st century in the very busy and unpredictable New York scene. Steve Sr raised an eyebrow in front of your little outburst, his eyes watching you. You take a step back turning your eyes toward the closed white doors. Maybe defending his son wasn't the best way to approach the man who despised him.

" That's interesting. " He mused, frowning his eyes, watching you with interest. " Judging by your bravery to marry him, your loyalty for being his assistant despite his character. You choose to defend him even though he can be a real asshole when he wants to. " The patriarch analyzed taking steps toward you.

You stood your ground not looking at him, fear growing inside your stomach. You knew before coming here that it would be a power play. And too much was on the line for you to lose.

" It seems like you like him. Maybe are in love with him. " " I'm not. " You exclaimed meeting his amused blue eyes.

Standing a few feet away from you, a smile appeared on the man's lips, tilting his head to the side he raised his glass to his mouth. You tried to compose yourself after your little outburst, glancing away from those sea colored eyes that reminded you of Steve's. Maybe, at one point, you felt something toward the man you were about to marry. Especially in the sweet moments where your body was curled around him, and he made you feel good, sexy, and cherished for a few blissful hours. But now? Now everything is not the same.

" I'm not in love with your son. " You said to the man calmly. " Good. " He put his glass down on the white chimney mantel with a loud noise before reaching for his breast pocket inside his dark blue jacket. " Loving him will only bring you pain and ruin, Mrs. Y/N. " He picked up a folded document to offer you to take. Reaching for it, your fingers brushed his own.

With a swift movement, Steven Sr took hold of your wrist. Pulling you toward him with force you bumped your chest against his, bewildered.

" A beautiful woman like you should be only ravaged on a bed in the carnal sense of the term. " He murmured leaning his head toward yours.

You forced yourself to not look up, taken aback by his behavior and words. Breathing quickly you licked your dry lips, confusion, and shock filling your guts. His lips were only a mere inches away from your cheeks before you pushed forcefully and take a step back toward a small table on the corner. Deciding to ignore his comments and his transgression, you took a pen that was lying around. You heard him chuckle, his voice echoing in now the semi-dark room. The sun had almost disappeared behind the windows, leaving only a sole lamp illuminating the place.

" I trusted you did the necessary modification to the contract concerning the numbers. " You voice wavered a little as you tried to concentrate on the words on the sheet, turning the multiple pages to reach the numbers that would be transferred to your bank account.

You tried as much you could to gain confidence and deleted the moment that occurred from your brain. His wife was in the room next door for Pete's sake. What is wrong with him?!?

" I did. " You heard the smile on his voice even though your back was turned to him. " And I also, add what you asked for. Discretion about our arrangement. "

Finally reaching the page with the numbers you swallowed hard, your hands hovering over the last line at the bottom. Another signature. Another sealed of fate. Focusing on the multiple thoughts emerging inside your head, you didn't hear him moving behind you. Steven Sr placed his hand around your waist making you falter on your feet his other hand pinching hard your ass before stroking you above your jeans.

" W-What are your doing? " You stuttered confused, your hands trembling above the contract. He pressed your back against his chest, tilting his head against the crook of your neck. " Stop. " You sputtered moving your head away from his mouth. " I can think of another nice compensation you could earn in addition to this one, Y/N. " The man started to kiss your neck, embracing you more tightly against his body even though you try to push your frame away from him. His cold lips making you shivered with disgust and fear. He raised his hand up to caress your chest. " More money for you. " He continued whispering against your skin, his lips brushing your throat making you tremble.

You tried to spin, holding unto his forearms to push his touch away from you. But his hold on you was strong. He gripped you more firmly against him.

" Stop. " You groaned starting to get annoyed by his behavior, a scary feeling creeping inside your belly. Would he?

" You have a wife. " You muttered pulling on his arms. " On paper only. How much for you to also have me? " He whispered continuing to let open mouth kisses on your skin, his fingers stroking your breast, gently.

What? No!

" Please. Stop. " You grunted through your teeth, frightened to your core. " Why are you doing this? " You shook your head, using your nails to scratch his hand, trying to draw him away from you. But he only groaned at your touch, thrusting his hips against your ass. " I thought you wanted me to marry your son and have his children. " You bite your lower lip, hard, chocking on your words, closing your eyes.

This can't be happening!

" His or mine. What's the difference? " Steve Sr mumbled before biting your skin.

F-F-or love?

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" Where were you? " " Out. "

You threw your coat on the kitchen table. You quickly removed your shoes before taking hold of Steve's cheek between your hands and pressing a firm kiss on his lips. Night had fallen on the city of New York. The living room of his penthouse was dark with only the light of the street below lighting up the large room. The blond man kissed you for a moment only to push his head away from your devouring mouth. Frowning a little he watched you undressed quickly in front of him.

" Y/N, w-what wrong? " Steve asked you stammering a bit, confused by your odd and very forward behavior. " Nothing. " You smiled broadly, hiding deep down all your emotions behind an iron mask. You reached for his waist starting to unbuckle his belt. " I just want you to make love to me. " You affirmed to him, biting your lower lip seductively, a glint of want in your eyes. " Show me that you love me as you said. "

Steve frowned only deepening on his face watching you, bewildered. But as you took hold of his semi-hard on inside his pants, he let a moan escape his lips, closing his eyes.

" I want to feel you inside me. " You murmured taking a step toward him to press your chest against his. His scent enveloping you, fresh and woodsy. Comforting. Familiar. You increase the movement of your hand on his hard shaft, smooth under your fingers. " I want you to make me come. " You continued, tilting your face up, pushing a kiss on his jaw. " I want you, Steve. "

Opening his dark blue eyes, you could see desire and wants on his face. He hugged you close, his arms around your hips his warmth calming your beating heart inside your chest. Pinning you closer to him, you increased the speed of your hand inside his jeans.

" I can do that. " The blond man murmured before pressing a kiss on your lips, moaning low against your mouth when your fingers stroked the head of his swelling cock.

Make me forget. For love. With love?

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Seventh.

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catalists · 4 years ago

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Chrome’s shadowgast fic rec list, vol 1

Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my own obsession with wizards. I might make another one of these eventually if y’all keep churning out absolute bangers, but in the meantime, here is a list of my top Shadowgast fic recs.

One rule here: I’m limiting this to one fic per author--but many people on this list have a broader oeuvre you should definitely check out.

Your disclaimer: this is not a full literature review, but rather my personal favorites. Caveat lector!

* = fic is rated M or E

sleeping in the shadow of an other self by nonwal | @nonwal

Essek has a moment to consider that gravity-based trust exercises have never worked for him, and then the spell hits. He leans back into it, falls, falls.

(In which Essek is resurrected by the Mighty Nein and framed for innocence.)

Okay, listen. If you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out. There’s a reason it’s at the top of the list. 30k of absolutely phenomenal characterization of not only Shadowgast but all the M9 and the coolest plot to ever plot. Not only a fantastic first read, but a phenomenal re-read as well.

multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance by mousecookie | @ariadne-mouse

Caleb takes a step forward and stumbles. As he catches himself he realizes something very odd. His hands are shadowy and translucent. His whole body is a shadow, in fact. If he holds his palm up to the sky, he can see the stars twinkling faintly through it.

Sharp talons of panic dig into his chest. He feels solid - if he grabs his own wrist, he has mass, but it is wrong. Everything is wrong. What is happening?

Prepare Fireball, commands a voice in his head.

The voice is familiar.

It takes him a moment to realize it’s familiar because it’s his.

An absolutely fabulous pre-relationship fic, written before the end of the show but you wouldn’t know it from how perfectly it nails the dynamic. Ariadne has written a ton of other fabulous Shadowgast fics and I encourage you to read them all--I’m just limiting this list to one fic per author to try and cover more ground.

Great Minds by bluebirdsongs

Essek uses more high-level dunamancy in battle, and Caleb tries to reverse-engineer it when he can't sleep. AKA What if we were both wizards and I cast Tether Essence on us to save your life?

This is a gorgeous fic, both for how it handles Caleb and Essek’s conversation--with profound deftness--and for the treatment of magic-as-math. A beautiful exploration of both dunamancy and Caleb and Essek.

to make a cradle of your palm* by renquise

Essek offers Caleb his spellbook, open to the page of a new spell.

As Caleb suspected, his adaptation of Essek's gravity spell was different in its conception, for all that the result was the same. The architecture of this similar spell speaks of a different thought process, a different set of basic assumptions. It is beautifully engineered, efficient in its use of components and energy: a simple spell requiring only a length of silk thread and yet capable of reaching over a great distance and causing great damage, if applied with intent to harm.

“If you would like, you can, ah. You may—" Essek gestures at his own throat, a quick, inelegant spread of fingers. "Test the application of pressure that the spell exerts."

It takes Caleb a moment to register what Essek is proposing. He is a delicate speaker, as always.

Oh man, this one just goes for the jugular (ha) in the most perfect way. The prose here, like everything renquise writes, is absolutely masterful, and the tension between Caleb and Essek is exquisitely rendered.

fist-fighting with fire just to get close to you by kaeda | @the-kaedageist

Caleb caught Essek’s eye across the dome, and Essek returned his small smile. “It would seem that it is trickier than expected to keep things on a…private channel,” Essek thought at him.

“Unfortunately,” Caleb replied.

“Unfortunately for all of us,” Fjord interjected.

(Spoilers for campaign 2, episode 138)

Kate has a fabulous gift for getting the Mighty Nein’s voices exactly right, and this fic is no exception. This takes the hive mind/telepathy of the eyes to its hilarious, heart-warming, logical conclusion and it’s an absolute joy to read.

(perhaps i may) elaborate by demonstration* by marsastronomica | @marsastronomica

After the second fight, they rest again. There’s still time left in the day, and they may as well push as far as they can. Essek and Caleb find time between action to talk. And negotiate.

This one is an absolute banger. The flirting! The tension! The incredible intense game of chicken that Essek and Caleb are playing this whole fic...it’s amazing, you can hear the dialogue in their voices, this is another one that I read and then had to tell everyone about. And now I’m telling you about. Go read it, it kicks ass.

I’ve been lost before (and I’m lost again, I guess)* by toneofjoy

Caleb has plans to take down his old coaches. Essek has secrets. They climb rocks, make new friends, explore professional boundaries, learn about consequences, and maybe even fall in love. It’s the Shadowgast climbing AU.

AUs can be a tough sell for me, but this one’s not. Half the joy in this is the fabulously vivid world that is built by the author who absolutely knows the ins and outs of competitive climbing and expertly shares it with the reader. The other half is the beautiful growing relationship between Caleb and Essek, which is a consistent joy to read. It’s still a WIP, but I promise it’s worth reading along.

the other things that make us* by saturday_sky | @saturdaysky

Essek returns, when he can, to the sanctuary of Caleb's home. The peace of it is a balm against the tedious peril of the road, which has more misery to share than Essek had ever thought. It's nice to have a place where he can lose himself: in a book, in arcane study, in the confusing allure of Caleb's smile.

It's nice. And the cats miss him, Caleb says.

[First chapter is a complete story. Second chapter will be a follow-up epilogue to it.]

This one hurts in the best possible way. I can’t highlight my favorite bits without giving it away, but the emotional beats of this absolutely beautiful post-canon fic are top-notch and the reveal of information is perfectly executed.

darkness to me is only water to the sea by treeviality

Essek knows how his story ends. There is a place in Rexxentrum where executions are carried out, wooden steps leading up to a wooden platform. There hangs a noose, swaying lightly in northern wind, while polished cobblestones shine bright in golden light.

There will be birds, Essek imagines, and when the lever is pulled and gravity takes hold of him one last time, he hopes they take flight.

This now-AU take on Essek being arrested is lyrical and beautiful and the author has a tremendous grasp of language and also how to rip your heart straight out of your chest and then gently replace it.

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And, if you’re still looking for fic, I have a few, but one of my favorites is:

we never do go over (we always gotta go through) by Chrome

In the last fight with the Tombtakers, Essek Thelyss bends reality to keep them all alive and pays the price. As he copes with the aftereffects of his own magic and the party takes the long journey back to the surface, Essek and Caleb finally confront what they are to each other.

or,

Five times Essek woke up with level(s) of exhaustion and one time he didn't.

#shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role #cr fic #cr fic recs #fic recs #fic rec #cr

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xxblackballoonxx · 3 years ago

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Maybe That Was New York: Part 3

This is a work of fiction.

So apparently I'm continuing this! I don't know if this story will be updated regularly, as of now I plan to update it as it comes to me. Also, the man is too beautiful, the above photo is just 😍😍😍

This Sunday marks the 21st anniversary of the September 11, 2001 attacks. I couldn’t post a story about New York this week without paying respect to that. I know many younger people may not understand the profound changes this event had on the entire world, not just New York and not just the United States. It profoundly changed me, personally. It is a day to remember and mourn the 2,977 people killed on 9/11 and the over 4,000 that have been lost since to 9/11 related illnesses. Moments of silence will be held at: 8:46 am, 9:03 am, 9:37 am, 9:59 am, 10:03 am, 10:28 am EST. Never forget.

I am open to private and respectful conversations regarding 9/11. Any negative or disparaging comments towards those we lost will not be tolerated.

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Maybe That Was New York: Part 3

Joe woke up to lightning flickering through the half closed curtains, the sky dark and city lights dimly light through the pouring rain. He reached across Jenny, who was still sleeping, to check his phone. It was just after 9 am but felt like the middle of the night.

"Time is it?" Jenny mumbled, reaching out for his hand.

"A little after nine. Nasty storm going on." Joe replied.

He laid back down, smiling to himself as she held his hand close to her chest. He could feel her breathing change as she fully started to wake up. He was starting to lose track of time, already. It had only been two nights sleeping in the same bed and it felt like twenty.

"How about we stay in and order room service?"

Jenny nodded groggily and turned over as Joe picked up his phone to look at the menu. He scrolled with one hand, running his other hand through her hair. Jenny listened to him place the order, his voice was already seeping into her soul. And so was the way his hands felt on her.

"Can't believe it's my last full day already, check out tomorrow." Jenny said as she sat up, pulling a shirt over her head.

"When do you have to be home?" Joe asked as he reached out to touch her skin before the shirt fell down her back.

"Was planning on tomorrow night, catch a late train back."

"Can you stay one more night? Since Monday is a holiday?"

Jenny turned around at the tone of Joe's voice, a little unsure in his question but solid in his desire for her to stay. He ran his hand through his hair and caught her eye, a little grin on his face. She found herself falling into the grey blue sea of his gaze, calm and steady.

"Maaaybe. If I had a place to stay ..."

"You can stay with me."

Joe's quick and sure response was unsettling to Jenny. She hadn't wanted to question what they were doing, because they were living in the moment. But making plans? That wasn't living in the moment and the part of her that didn't trust anyone immediately began to question his motives. What, exactly, ARE we doing? Still, she maintained her composure.

"You sure?" Jenny asked casually, but Joe could see the doubt in her eyes and in the way she picked restlessly at the duvet.

"Jen?" Joe began, taking her hand gently in his, "I'm positive that I want you to stay with me tomorrow night."

Jenny smiled at him and nodded before standing up to use the bathroom. It pained him to see how much she second guessed everything he said, and he wanted nothing more than to make her believe he was interested, that he wouldn't lie to her. It was a mission he was officially signing up for.

“I told my brother about you.” Joe said as they finished breakfast, sitting across from each other on the bed.

“Really, when?” Jenny asked with surprise.

“Last night, when I went back to my flat. Apartment. Loft. Whatever. Anyways, Finn called me and yeah, I told him.”

“And? I need details here.” Jenny said with a laugh.

“He told me to make sure I had extra condoms.” Joe responded with a grin.

Jenny’s face turned red as she laughed again, burying her head into her hands.

“Well, was he right or was he right?”

“I mean … based on last night, he was completely accurate.”

Jenny looked up at Joe with a smile and he winked at her, his smile widening as her face flamed red again. There was something about how he could read everything she was thinking, see it on her face. It felt different, like he’d always known her in some way.

He cleared the tray from the bed, setting it outside of the door, and turned around to find Jenny rubbing the side of her neck.

“You alright?”

“Oh, yeah, just a chronic neck issue I’ve had for years, flares up sometimes.”

“Come here.” Joe said as he took her hand and pulled her towards the top of the bed.

He sat down, propping himself up against a few pillows, and settled Jenny between his legs. He swept her hair over her shoulder and started to gently massage her neck, feeling her relax back into him a bit. After a few minutes, he stopped and pulled her shirt up over her head. She stiffened slightly.

“You ok with this?” He whispered.

“Yes. Just … been awhile since I’ve been with someone. Like this.” Jenny whispered back.

He knew what she meant. Sex was one thing, you could detach emotionally to a certain degree, focus on the physical. But sitting in bed together, on a stormy morning, doing something like massaging the other person’s neck, it was intimate in a different way. Joe kissed her neck and then across her upper back, running his fingers down her spine.

“Well, this is a different massage technique.” Jenny joked, resting her hands on his legs.

“Only for you.” Joe replied, his mouth close to her ear, sending shivers across her body.

Jenny’s hands slid up to just above his knees as he tried to focus on massaging her shoulder. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her close to him. This is what he’d been waiting for, why the other girls he’d dated were fleeting connections. None of them ever touched his soul like this.

The following afternoon, Jenny unpacked a few things in Joe’s bedroom. He watched from the doorway, suddenly feeling self conscious about the fact that someone was in his space. He hadn’t fully unpacked yet, one of his suitcases exploding in the corner, script pages across the dining table. He had planned to spend that weekend getting himself settled and reviewing the script. Instead, he had fallen into a spell he’d never imagined.

Jenny turned around, heart pounding as she saw Joe watching her, leaning against the doorframe. The way he looked at her was melting the ice she’d built up for a long time, and she knew if she let him, he would get all the way inside. He raised his arm across his chest and rubbed his neck, feeling even more awkward.

“Sorry it's such a mess, been a bit busy this weekend.” He finally said with a smirk.

“It’s alright, it's really not messy. You’re just not settled in yet, that’s all.” Jenny replied.

She walked over to the door and slid her arm around his waist, resting her head on his chest. Joe wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on hers, rocking back and forth slightly. It’s madness, really, but this is actually happening.

“There's something we need to do.” Jenny said.

“What’s that?”

“I need an iced tea.”

“That’s what we need to do?”

Jenny laughed and nodded as Joe followed her out of the apartment and onto the street. Every day here, he felt the city taking him in a little bit more. He knew it was like the ocean, beautiful with a dangerous current, commanding respect. And even then, it would spit you out from time to time, to land on the beach, hopefully unscathed.

They entered the coffee shop, and the barista looked up, unable to hide the smile on her face. The girl and the British guy were back, hand in hand. The girl pushed her sunglasses up on her head and stepped up to the counter to order. The barista gave a small look, one that only another girl would understand, and Jenny nodded with a little smile. So they are together.

The barista watched them collect their order, the man touching the girl’s back as she put a straw in her cup. Her handing him a sugar packet for his tea. They were already that in sync. Whatever New York spell this was, the barista was completely captivated. That was the thing, when you lived within the city streets, the possibility of something happening became mundane sometimes. And then you’d have an experience that couldn’t happen anywhere else, and you would come alive again. That was the magic of it.

Joe held the door open for Jenny as they stepped back outside, and he turned to her as she flipped her sunglasses back down.

“Can I ask what that was about?” Joe said, taking her hand again.

“The barista. She was in the shop the morning we met, and the morning after. She’d noticed us. I thought she’d like to see the outcome so far. Of you and I.” Jenny replied.

“You noticed all that?”

“I notice everything.”

“Going on your Blinders dissertation, yes, you certainly do.” Joe said with a laugh.

They walked down the street, hand in hand, lost in their own conversation. They earned longing looks, fleeting thoughts of how long they had been together, a few thinking the man looked vaguely familiar. A part of the city and a product of it.

Late Monday night, Joe stood with Jenny in the busy train station, holding the handle of her suitcase. Jenny thought back to the conversation they'd had that morning, sun streaming in through the window.

“I was hoping, since you work from home, that maybe you could come back later this week and stay for a little bit?” Joe had asked her, as they lay facing each other.

Jenny watched as his eyes searched her face for a response, and she was compelled to reach her hand out, to run her fingers over the freckles across his cheek and then down to his scruffy beard. The sunlight was picking up on the red in his hair and no man had ever looked so beautiful to her.

“I have a few things I need to take care of at home, but what if I come back Friday night? I’ll bring my work laptop so I can stay after the weekend.”

“That sounds good.” Joe said with a smile.

Now he was hugging her goodbye, and she felt a sudden panic. It was all well and good to talk about her coming back, but what if he changed his mind in the days between? When being apart seeped in and they both had perspective and distance.

“I’m going to call you every day, that’s a promise.” Joe whispered to her.

Jenny nodded in confirmation, but he knew for her it was a “I’ll believe it when I see it” situation. And he didn’t blame her, guys broke promises left and right, love bombed and ghosted, cheated and left. He wasn’t that person, but he understood he had to prove himself, and that was alright with him.

“I’ll let you know when I get home.” Jenny said, looking up at him.

“Please do. I’ll see you soon, love.” Joe replied.

Jenny smiled at the term of endearment, sliding her hand up to Joe’s neck as he kissed her one more time.

“When I get back, we’re going to talk about this ear piercing you have, because, I gotta tell ya, the thought of you wearing an earring does things to me.” Jenny commented.

Joe laughed and nodded, bringing her in for one more hug. He handed over her suitcase, and she walked towards the track her train was at, turning back took look at him. He was watching her, the grey blue gaze she had already come to love, and they both had the feeling that the intensity between them was just beginning. But would the spell break, once she left city limits?

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adulting-sucks · 2 years ago

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How can a 41 yr old not comprehend the fact that the people who you are around with as in friends and dating and hang out with and is everything. Its like high school cliques. People of like minds and view always hang out together otherwise why are you hanging out and are together.

I knoenthere are so many fans out there that like myself that can't support or be a fan of someone who supports racism anti semitism and homophobia or being fat phobic.

He did Red Sea Diving Resort i hope he got a angry call or text from the director and producers and the writer of the book for now supporting and being with antisemitic people. He shitted on them and Jews. I'm happy for Jenny that she got away from him.

If it was PR move so netflix will give him the Gene Kelly project in exchange for free warrior nun pr -it was the worst move of his career. Some one on a blog said the Mario cart video was to humiliate her or looked it- is his version of crying for help or maybe he's an asshole and were finally seeing him for who he is.

If he actual is dating her and choosing to hang out with her friends too and not having extra ppl there cause he can't stand to be alone with her its just sad to see he lied about caring about so many diffrent things

.. (nothing about age idc about that once you're 18 it doesn't matter legally. Dicaprio has had an age thing for forever and that's the difference he doesn't date someone whose views are disgusting and hateful)

I wonder how Scott feels about her, given homopbobia she and her friends have shown.

Agree. We are absolutely reflections of who we spend our time with. My close friends are very like minded to my same values and thoughts. I will cut people off, no hesitation who bring turmoil to that part of my world.

Don’t get me wrong, I get along with my coworkers because it makes my work life easier, but outside of work, it’s a non issue because I don’t allow them into that area.

PR probably works so much differently than we even know, but you are absolutely correct in saying this has been the worst move of his career. I don’t buy into this being real. I’ve flipped and flopped, but seeing the pap walk and WDW in action along with the absolute forced and manufactured feel of the IG stories cemented me in this is not real.

He’s always been private and protective of the ones he cares about. That’s what is so different about this. It is being forced out in overkill because there’s no need to address every single issue we’ve discussed with pictures.

That being said, it in no way excuses what’s happened now. Do I think he woke up and just said fuck this, I no longer care about racism, antisemitism, body shaming because look at this pussy!? No. I don’t. But by continuing this charade and allowing his team to double down instead of addressing any of this is a massive mistake. As I’ve said, this has become the ultimate fuck you to those of us who still attempted to see the good in him. We’ve been told we don’t fucking matter and what he’s fought against was purely for his own agenda.

He is losing massive amounts of his fan base, and at first I’m sure no one batted an eye. We’re crazy, remember? But look what went along with that. He is consistently called out on all posts and comments. He may not read every single one, but he still has to have some idea of what’s being said. I cannot imagine anyone would be okay with being perceived the way he is right now without it affecting him somehow.

So here we are: he’s now set to do two Comic-con appearances, trying to attach his image back to that of Steve Rogers, and not the person he is currently. Now he has to try and win back some of his fans. Who knows, Seb managed to bounce back from Ale, but he also has worked tirelessly to show his fans he’s not what they thought he was. I don’t know if Evans will do that. I hope so.

We know how his mother feels. Scott has barely interacted with them at all, he unfollowed Justin early on and never really commented on her shit before she ran away. But to see this distance, this schism in the relationship between him and his family, that’s the saddest part to me. I would love to believe he would never be with someone as vile as she is, and that he would never subject his family to that. And to an extent, we’ve seen that. They’re always isolated in pictures and videos. We don’t see her in any family photos and that’s pretty telling also.

As far as him humiliating her? I have not one ounce of anything for her. If he is humiliating her, I couldn’t care less. I may sound like a giant bitch for this, but she lied about a traumatic event to garner attention. I actually at one point did feel some sympathy for her, seeing how her family and friends exploited her in her career. But she pulled that fake kidnapping story, and any ounce of good will or sympathy I had was gone.

That was beyond reprehensible. Beyond disgusting. Add that in to what we see now and know, she deserves every bit of karma and bad energy she gets. She is a master manipulator, she has used every trick to stay relevant and manipulate her fans and this fandom, and she deserves to receive whatever karmic payback she’s got coming.

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nikadoesanart · 4 years ago

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Dazai living in a shipping container analysis

I’ll be talking about the “pros” and “cons”, if you can even call them that, of Dazai living in a shipping container near a dumping site. Also I am using what architecture knowledge I do have on the subject of container homes.

This is on the longer side so brace yourself. Also Stormbringer spoiler warning, in case that wasn’t realized yet.

Before I actually start I’ll preface this by saying that I’m a former architecture student but it was with a design focus. I have also previously designed a shipping container home so although I have some knowledge, it does have its limitations.

Also this will be updated when the fan translations get to this part of Stormbringer. Currently, I’m getting the information from chazukekani and popopretty’s summaries and translations, so please check them out too!

As a general reference for what to expect of a shipping container home, the average shipping container is 8 x 20 ft or 8 x 40 ft. As a more visual example, here is a portion of the container house I designed. Note that it’s total length is 30ft because I have two 20ft long containers stacked on top of each other, with a 10ft offset. The space beyond the sliding doors is a balcony and can basically be ignored for the purpose of this analysis. With the pictured dimensions, you can consider it to be insulated from the outside, so as not to sacrifice internal space. Despite this, you can see that it feels fairly cramped even with minimal furniture (a sink, toilet and shower unit in the bathroom and a bed, desk, and wardrobe closet in the master bedroom).

Dazai’s current living arrangement

Now for comparison, let’s first take note of what’s known of Dazai’s living conditions for comparison.

he’s living in an illegal dumping site, and there are toxic substances coming from the ground because of this

“Not even a field mouse would dare to approach it.” (Popopretty)

the area is not on the map and Dazai lives near the center of it (which can easily be one of the worst parts in terms of health and safety)

the container was previously “used to export passenger cars overseas” (popopretty)

his only furniture is a fridge, (exhaust) fan, desk/table, a chair, and a bare light bulb

no one would approach “not just because the place itself was weird. It was because no one could predict how Dazai would react if someone approached his private residence.” (Popopretty)

it’s been a year since he’s joined, yet no one trusts him → he could’ve been living here since before he joined but we don’t know as of yet

he’s sitting in complete darkness, lightbulb off and door shut, until Verlaine opens the door and walks in

Verlaine asks if he’s living here because he’s afraid of property taxes but Dazai claims that he’s afraid of Verlaine. He’s not actually addressing his choice of location because he only corrected Verlaine on what he fears, and gives no actual explanation for why he chose to live here.

The “pros”

Naturally unapproachable location. Even if Dazai being PM Dazai wasn’t a factor in people staying away, the nearby smell alone means no one would normally approach it, much less suspect a Port Mafia executive of all people to be living there. It’s also unmapped territory so even less reason for him to be found. This means enemies and allies alike would have a more difficult time trying to find him (ie. to come for his life) and there’s unlikely to be anyone else around. After all, if even a mouse won’t go there why would a whole person live there?

It costs him nothing. Not that it’d make a difference with what we can assume of his financial wealth. He has money, likely more than Chuuya who lives in a nice apartment in a nice area, yet chooses to live in a shipping container in an illegal dumping site. This is beneficial for Dazai, since there’s no paper trail or record of where he lives, which goes right into my 3rd point.

Ease of abandonment. Considering his whole goal at the time is to off himself without troubling others in the process, it makes sense that he’d want to leave minimal traces behind. No unpaid rent or mortgage, no one on a waiting list to move into a nice place, and no personal belongings or attachments. This winds up being a pro/advantageous when he does leave the PM since there wasn’t a trace to follow him with in the first place. He can simply grab his few things of importance and find a new shipping container or abandoned building outside of the PM’s territory. In fact, he might’ve even been able to stay there or in that general area since no one dares to approach it in the first place.

The “cons”

Or should I say say the dangerous living conditions he’s in. I don’t find them surprising because again, he doesn’t have a long term plan to live at this point. He doesn’t have much reason to care about what happens to himself, as we can deduce from his overall disregard towards being constantly injured and in danger for example. This is also where the architectural stuff comes into play.

Let’s start with the most visible one, lack of insulation. With a shipping container home, you can insulate from the inside and lose about a foot of interior space in each direction (6 in. off each wall) or from the outside and lose the aesthetic of the textured walls. Either way, it costs time and money to do it. We know it’s not insulated from the inside because of the illustration and, in my opinion, it’s very unlikely that Dazai would’ve gotten it insulated from the outside because at the very least, it would make his container stand out among the others nearby. You need to insulate a container home because they get very hot or cold in the summer and winter respectively, as they are made of metal. I’ve heard that at the very least, Japan’s summers are HOT.

This one is a little harder to confirm and will likely be updated as fan translations are released, but a likely hazardous set up for electricity and (hopefully) plumbing. If you don’t have the insulation on the inside but you still have your electrical and plumbing, it can possibly become both a visual mess and a safety hazard. It’s possible that he kept it all in the back portion of his container for example, or maybe he has it taped to the floor or walls somewhere, but that also brings the question of where it’s connected to on the outside. Since he’s on a dumping site, then where’s the electrical going to go at the very least? Sure he can use nearby public facilities but every day? He has a fridge, single lightbulb and a fan but where is the power is connected to? In terms of plumbing, I think it’s equally likely he found a Porta potty nearby or there’s (hopefully) some sort of public or PM owned facility nearby. Really, his hygiene, especially during the PM days when he was (as far as we the audience are aware) likely at his lowest, can easily become its own separate question/discussion for another day. After all, we’re just talking about the condition of his container in this post.

The possible fumes and chemicals left over. The paint on shipping containers is meant to withstand the sea water splashing on to them, so it may contain harsh chemicals. And we know that his container was used previously to ship cars overseas, but that still leaves the possibility for things to have leaked on the inside at this time. We don’t actually know if it’s been used more than once, but seeing as we do have a usage history, I’d say there’s a fair enough chance for it to have been a single use container. Still, chemicals could’ve previously leaked and the paint may be a concern in the long run. It’s also possible that it has begun rusting as well, due to the metal being exposed to the likes of sea water. Also, let’s not forget the toxic substances from the illegal dumping site itself, possibly going into the container over time.

Also as far as we can tell, there seems to be a lack of windows. This means no natural light, aside from opening a whole door. Keep in mind that windows can help with indoor temperature control, not just natural light.

Living in a dump site, especially an illegal one. This one should speak for itself but I’ll list some concerns anyway. Seeing as it’s illegal, we can probably just forget about regulations altogether, much less any possible existing ones being followed. This means that there can be literally anything from hazardous waste material, to dangerous and sharp objects on the ground, to who knows what kind of smells and fumes, etc. In short, not a safe area to live in, for health concern reasons at a minimum.

Again, my knowledge on shipping container homes themselves is limited and I do recommend checking out Belinda Carr’s videos on some of the downsides of them from a professional’s POV.

7 reasons why shipping container homes are a scam

Responding to comments: shipping container scam video

Also, just because Dazai was making presumably LARGE amounts of money obviously doesn’t mean that he has to spend it all or live luxuriously if he doesn’t want to. It’s not that hard to infer why Dazai did choose to live in such conditions and I mainly wanted to draw attention to how these conditions can affect him, with both the advantages and disadvantages.

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moonbeamwritings · 4 years ago

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of salt water and curious gazes

Summary: Following your grandmother’s death, her seaside home fell into your care, deemed the only one she could picture inhabiting it. Things were simple enough, tending to the garden and making frequent trips to the beach as you adjusted to life in the small town. It all changed, however, when you spent a night under the full moon with a rather peculiar blue eyed companion. (Merperson AU)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! This is definitely different from what I usually post, but I hope you guys are just as interested as I am! Let me know what you think! Also, buckle up! This is a long one and might end up being a part one 🤪

sequel: “of salt water and loving gazes”

Your grandmother’s home had always been your safe space, a place in which you were free to run around and spend your time as you saw fit. After her death though, it seemed as if all of the joy had been sucked out of the small, seaside cottage. Your heart broke just a little bit more as you turned down the all-too-familiar street and pulled into her, now your, driveway.

She’d left the house to you, explaining that she could see no one else living there but you. You had been itching for change, growing tired of the hustle and bustle of your daily life, so perhaps with fate’s guiding hand you would find solace along the shoreline, in your happy place. I know you’ll treat it well, the letter she had left assured you. P.S. The ocean works wonders for the soul. Don’t forget that.

You gripped the steering wheel as you stared at the front of the house through the windshield. It was just as you remembered, bright blue hydrangeas dotted the garden, flowers fat and stems long, the doormat was perfectly centered, the mailbox the same faded green as it had always been.

With one final sigh, you willed yourself out of the car, keys jingling in your hands as you went. The house was much quieter now, lacking the bubbles of laughter and soft music that were staples of your childhood visits. The sweet smell of baked goods no longer wafted through the kitchen, her shoes no longer resting by the door. Most of her belongings had already been cleared out, handed off to friends and family, but what was left was yours. The house was yours. The thought that what once belonged to her was now left entirely in your care made your heart swell with both sadness and pride. You would make the best of this, if not for yourself, then for your dear grandmother.

Unloading your car was simple enough, taking only an afternoon to get everything completely organized. That night, you watched the sunset from the back porch, warm mug in hand as you looked out at the seemingly endless sea. Your eyes drooped as the vibrant colors of the sun were replaced by the pale yellow light of the moon.

Adjusting to life in the quaint little town was difficult. The townspeople who had known your grandma could only seem to muster pitying glances when they saw you out and about, treading lightly as they asked about you and your move. You stuck to the house most days to avoid them, cleaning things up and shifting things around.

Something about the beach had an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach though. As you traveled down the path, a bag slung over your shoulder and a towel in hand, you couldn’t help but feel eyes on you, carefully tracking your every move.

Your grandmother’s neighbors were kind and friendly, no doubt willing to approach you if they were to see you sitting out. The beach itself was private, reserved for residents like yourself, so it’s not like wandering strangers lingered about. This feeling was different. It was as if the waves themselves were peering back at you, just as mesmerized by you as you were with them.

One day as you munched on a sandwich, legs pulled close to your chest as you stared out at the ocean, you could’ve sworn you saw curious blue eyes staring back. You stopped going to the beach for a few days after that.

The morning you finally returned to the beach left much to be desired. The beautiful blue sky and relaxing ebb and flow of the waves were replaced by thick fog and dark gray skies, waves rocking against the shore with more force. You had no idea what had compelled you to make the trek down to the beach that morning, but you had felt as though you were being pulled there, tugged along by a thin red thread, like you were supposed to be there.

The wind bit at your face as it rustled the fabric of your coat. You were thankful that it had yet to kick sand up into your eyes. As the water sloshed against your bare ankles, you could barely see three feet in front of you, fog completely obscuring the horizon. Your grandmother’s voice sounded in the back of your head, “I know you don’t like the beach when it’s foggy, but I’ll have you know, I’ve seen some of the cutest seals on days just like this one.”

Deciding that the waves weren’t as bad as you had expected and wanting to know if her words would ring true, you ventured down the jetty, carefully calculating each step so as not to stumble.

On your way down the jetty, you caught sight of a familiar pair of blue eyes, just barely visible over the surface of the water. Why would someone be out swimming in conditions like these? Eyes scanning what little area you could see, you halted all movements, eagerly waiting for the person to resurface. Were you imagining things? Soon enough, a head popped out of the water, showing off broad shoulders, black hair, and… Was that a star tattoo?

Raising your voice to be heard over the wind, you called out, “Hey, dude! It’s not safe to be out swimming with all this fog! I’ve heard there have been sharks in the area recently!”

The person wheeled around at the sound of your voice, eyes widening in surprise. You watched as his mouth opened and closed, but no response came. Before you could get another warning in, he was dipping back below the surface, disappearing into the murky water. Without thinking, your feet carried you to the very tip of the jetty, searching for any sign of the solitary swimmer.

“Hello!? Hello!? Is anyone out there?”

You felt crazy as your head swiveled back and forth, ears tuning in to the gentle way the waves struck the rocks. It was quiet, deathly so. Was that just another trick of the eye? A manifestation of the loneliness you’d felt in your little seaside dwelling? The result of feeling like you were being watched for the past few weeks? You couldn’t tell.

You’d seen those eyes before, you’d assured yourself as you walked back to the sand, right? Surely they were the same ones you’d encountered during early morning sunrises or all the lunchtime meals you’d eaten on the beach. They were too familiar to be nothing more than a host of different, swimming strangers.

After the whole incident, you kept a close watch on those around you when you went into the grocery store and the other local shops. Did anyone’s eyes match that deep, unrelenting turquoise? Did anyone have that star tattoo on the back of their shoulder? You searched high and low, but reached no feasible conclusions, no answers that allowed you to sleep better at night.

In one of your more desperate late-night deep dives, no pun intended, you toyed with the idea that perhaps you’d seen some sort of siren, a merperson exploring the waters near your home. The melodrama of Twilight’s Bella Swan frantically searching the internet for answers to her vampiric questions flashed through your mind. You laughed out loud at the thought. That would not be you.

Weeks went by and things returned to relative normalcy. You still occasionally felt curious eyes on you, but you hadn’t seen any flashes of blue since that foggy morning. You ate your lunch, you cleared your head, all without any distractions from the mysterious man.

Your mind raced as you watched the sunset from your kitchen window, suds covering your hands while you worked a sponge over the dirty dishes in your sink. Earlier in the day, you’d received a phone call from a friend, essentially admonishing you for your move to your grandmother’s old house. They had completely ignored your feelings, only working from their own experiences as they ranted and raved. The call left you feeling drained and desperate to get down to the beach. Maybe dipping your toes into the salty water while you watched the full moon rise would ease the ache in your heart.

Pulling an oversized hoodie over your head, you made the walk down to the beach, taking your time to look for shells and sea glass as you went. Having no luck, you moved down the jetty, a pep in your step as you hopped from one rock to the other. At the end, you carefully shuffled out of your shoes before sitting down to let your feet and calves slip into the cool, dark water.

The moonlight left the ocean in front of you sparkling, like the stars themselves had fallen into the sea, shining brightly as they bobbed with the waves. You were thankful you had the beach to yourself.

To release some of your energy, you began swishing your feet back and forth beneath the surface, relishing in the soft movement of the water against your skin. Losing yourself in your thoughts, you’d hardly realized you were being watched until you heard the gentle sloshing of water off to your right, ripples traveling up against your legs.

You snapped your head away from the moon, scanning the glassy surface all around you. Your eyes widened, breath hitching in your throat when you finally saw them.

Blue eyes.

“You.”

The stranger’s eyes mirrored yours as you stared at one another. The droplets of water caught the light of the moon, bathing the man in the rolling starlight of the sea. Your heart fluttered.

“What the hell are you doing? Have you not heard about all of the shark sightings or do you just not care? Night swimming like that is so stupid.”

He waded closer, still beyond arm’s reach, but inching closer with the movement of the waves.

“I don’t need to worry about sharks.”

“What are you? Some kind of whisperer?”

He examined you carefully, mouth dipping below the surface only to reappear as he replied, “You could say that.”

The man’s body was entirely submerged save for his head and shoulders. You eyed each other as silence fell, punctuated by the crashing of waves in the distance. With his eyes on you like this, you felt as if you were being stalked, kept under a watchful glare for any signs of weakness.

“You know,” you spoke, attempting to diffuse the tension, “you can come sit up here with me, if you want.”

“No, thank you.” His reply was immediate, but your words had him closing some more distance. The closer he came to the jetty, the more you realized just how large he was, all broad shoulders and defined muscle. Imposing.

His eyes flickered down to watch your feet where they moved in the water, head tilting curiously as he followed the exposed skin up to the curves of your knees, eyeing them too. It’s like he’s never seen them before, you thought.

You floundered thinking about any way to continue the conversation with the handsome stranger, to attempt to distract him from the gentle sway of your legs. With a wide sweep of your leg, you unconsciously sent your foot towards the stranger, but instead of skin meeting skin, your toes brushed against the rigid surface of scales.

Scales!?

Your eyes shot open as you yelped, scrambling to pull your feet from the water and up onto the jetty, “What the fuck was that?”

Your knee jerk reaction sent the man in front of you reeling back as well, splashing back below the surface of the waves.

Your mind spiraled, forcing you to through your own Twilight movie moment. It was as if all the pieces were steadily falling into place: always swimming at odd hours and in adverse conditions, never seeing him in town, being unfazed by the presence of sharks.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage. He couldn’t be… Could he?

Throwing caution to the wind out of sheer desperation for answers, you gently placed your feet back into the water, calling out for your potential new companion. You waited for any sort of response, resolving to sit for hours if you had to. Unexpectedly, you saw his eyes breach the surface once again, keeping his distance.

“Hey,” you spoke, keeping your voice as soft as possible, beckoning him closer with a wave of your hand, “Come here.”

He swam up to you, positioning himself in front of you. The man looked almost… cute like this, eyes wide and cautious as he stared up at you from the water.

“So, are you, like, a merperson or something? A merman?”

He nodded in lieu of response.

“Can I see?”

It took a long moment for him to move, eyes locked on yours as he thought over your tone of voice. Finally nodding, he leaned back, treading water with his arms as he exposed his tail to you.

It was breathtaking, the full expanse of it decorated with deep purple, almost black scales, like he had entire galaxies trapped within each and every one. The fluke glittered, iridescent under the beams of the moon. You gasped at the sight.

“It’s beautiful.”

Without thinking, you brushed your fingertips along the fluke, taking in the smooth, silky texture. In an instant, his hand shot out and took your wrist in its grip, removing it from his tail. Your eyes widened at the action, fear taking hold of your lungs at the feeling of his pointed nails against your skin.

“That tickles,” he quietly told you, loosening his hold on your wrist. You could’ve sworn you saw his face flush at the admission.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” came his grumbled response.

You fell silent for a moment, mind still racing with the thoughts that you were actually in the presence of a merman, that your stupid midnight thoughts had actually been correct.

“Can you tell me your name?” You finally settled on asking, deciding that if this whole thing was going to continue beyond tonight, you should at least learn his name.

“It’s Jotaro.”

You parroted the name, testing it on your own lips, memorizing the sound. Jotaro placed your hand back in your lap, moving to place his elbows up on the rock beside you instead. “What’s yours?”

You shared your own name, smiling at his proximity. He followed your lead, repeating your name as he looked up at you.

You sat with Jotaro until your toes pruned, goosebumps rising on your skin as the night brought lower temperatures along with it. You smiled to yourself as you watched his eyes roam over the flesh, fascinated by your body’s reaction to the cold.

After shivering for what felt like the hundredth time, you bid Jotaro a goodnight, promising to meet him again the following night at around the same time. He nodded in response, sending one last, long look in your direction before disappearing back below the waves.

Curling your hands into the sleeves of your sweatshirt, you began the walk back to your home. The phone call with your friend had completely slipped your mind, instead replaced by the warm feeling Jotaro’s presence settled in your heart. With the scent of sea spray still lingering on your clothes, you washed the sand from your feet and turned in for the night. As you laid your head back against your pillows, you wondered if your grandmother had been right all along. Maybe the ocean truly did work wonders for the soul.

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Hi, I love your writings 💜 and wanted to suggest a prompt, but if it won't hit you or if your requests are closed than feel free to ignore.

What if MC will forget the brother and that they are in relationship (it can be as side effect of some spell /potion etc, but it will last for quite some time, no one knows how long). How brothers will react on that? What they will do to make MC fall in love again, or will they do anything at all? Or they decide that it's the chance to change everything? What if MC won't love them again? I don't know if that can be angsty (I want some angst), or you can do whatever style you find appropriate. Anyway, if you don't feel like doing for 7 brothers you can do only for brothers of your choice (who you feel comfortable to write about, but maybe Lucifer, Mammon and Beel?? ).

Thank you! And have a good day or night!

A/N: 80000 years and a day later I post lol ;.;. Sorry for the wait! I tried something new with this, hope you like :)

So I was going to drop all three at the same time but it turned into 20+ pages of work. So I will post in 3 separate parts since they all turned into beefy boys... Much like their counterparts >:)

Hope you like it!!!

Part One of Three: Lucifer

Magic is a beautiful and powerful thing. It permeates the Devildom like an eternal fog. For the residents, it is as common as breathing. From the strongest of their kind down to the lowest inhabitants, it is integral to their culture and daily life. Mistakes and accidents happen daily with young and old alike learning or experimenting. Magical rebounds and mishaps mean very little to them, especially the brothers. From the Celestial Realms down, they have seen it all.

Sometimes they forget that to you, magic can be a volatile and dangerous.

The crackle of energy and the acrid taste of sour magic on his tongue are his only warnings before things went south. He reaches for you, strong arms moving to shield you from the blowback of energy discharging around you both. Lucifer crouches, turning his back to the explosion to cover you from the debris and dust raining down. The rebound of the failed spell washes over him for a moment turning his stomach on impact. A heavy miasma coats the room. It weighs down his wings momentarily before disappearing as quickly as it had come.

Once the dust settles, the room fills with light-hearted teasing and jabs at the inept caster. Whatever chastising remark he had stuck to his tongue. When he looks down at you the air seizes his lungs in horror. You were heavy and unresponsive in his arms, eyes closed and face slack. Physically, he could see nothing wrong with you, no hair unkempt or dust on your uniform. He shakes you trying in vain to rouse you.

He doesn’t remember fleeing the room with you clutched tight to his chest nor the shouts of his confused brothers all he could focus on was your limp body cradled in his. You weren’t waking up. None of his magic was working, and you were still sleeping. It was like looking down at his brothers all over again. The feeling of dread, of helplessness, had him staggering. You were like his little Lilith all over again, another failure in his unending life span.

The healer's answers do nothing but anger him. Diavolo’s weak speculations drive him into a frenzy. Wait, they want him to wait. For how long was anyone's guess. They say that you just need rest, the human body is unaccustomed to such stresses. That though your body is weak, a human’s spirit is strong. You’ll recover-he had to trust that you would heal on your own. Trust… he had so little of that left to begin with, but he had he gave to you.

He couldn’t lose you. Couldn’t lose this small flicker of hope you brought into his life, of happiness. He didn’t want to be alone again.

So he waits, a permanent sentinel by your bedside. He sits in silence stuck with his sins. His rough hewn palms cover your small hand to warm your cooling finger tips. He strokes them with callused fingers. He contemplates all the little things he could have done differently while he waits. Hells, what he should have done differently. Spells at the best of times were unruly and dangerous and in the hands of a novice? He shakes his head squeezing your hand. He was so stupid to have let you take that course. Why hadn’t he told that weak pissant of a demon off for trying such an incantation? Or at least to take it outside. Was he that bad of a protector? Of a lover? Deep down he wants to be angry at you. That this somehow was all your fault, with your puny human constitution and defenses. He wants to blame you but the moment passes with a gut-twisting sense of guilt and almost shame.

The days move on unceasingly, the clock on your wall mocking him with every steady tick and turn of the hand. With each moon that passes his simmering anger and wounded pride cools to an ice cold fear in his veins. The healers stopped showing up daily, they were at a loss like the rest of them.

No one would say it, least of all around him, but he heard it travel down the halls like an unwelcome guest. The whispered sympathy, the soft admissions of acceptance. He blocks them out, his world narrowing down to nothing but your icy hand and weak pulse. Your room begins to turn into his. His paperwork fills your desk, while he holds meeting over the phone. One hand clutching his phone to his ear and his other always touching you. No one but him is going to take care of you. He refuses help, turning down Diavolo’s increasing offers and pleas of support.

He turns them down each and every time. He will take care of you.

Yet, no matter how much he tends to you and researches you remain inert.

It’s maddening, he was suffocating under the weight. Finally he tips. One night drunk and desperate in his destroyed room he does the last thing he could think of.

The hardwood of his bedroom is unforgiving under his knees. The cold of it soaks through his pants and the harsh grain digs into his skin. But he doesn’t care, he wasn’t looking for absolution anymore, he was begging for your salvation.

It burns him bowing like this. His pride lashes out, roaring like the untamed beast it was as he dives deep searching within himself to find the tattered remains of his former self. Each second with his eyes closed and head bent was tortuous as his pleas fill the oppressive silence of the room. No matter the discomfort of the moment he can only think of you. No cost was too steep to have you open your eyes again.

Lucifer should have known going back to his father would be a mistake. Nothing was ever simple with them, everything was by their rules and their way. Not even being the once most favored son could fix that. Your eyes open, sure. They are hazy with confusion, but also bright and full of life. You were back.

Papers forgotten Lucifer approaches you like he would a wounded animal. He stares in disbelief for a moment before succumbing to his need to hold you. “Amata-” He breathes out in relief into your neck squeezing you closer to him. Lucifer pulls away when he notices you not embracing him back. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. You just took me by surprise is all.” You rub your eyes and smile wearily. “What did I do to deserve such a good morning hug?”

His smile fades, hearts sinking. “Do you not remember?”

“Remember?” Hmmm. You look around you at the clutter of your room. “I- remember being in class, then you over me.” Something must have happened, but for the life of you, you couldn’t recall. He fills you in leaving small blanks hoping to see some recognition in your bewitching eyes. But you sit, nodding along taking his word as gospel truth. “Wow.” You lean back on your pillows. To be asleep for so long, you had so much work to catch up on. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

There was an odd look in his eyes before he nods, rising to his feet. “Of course… for you, anything.” He flees then, choking back a sea of emotions to go fetch a healer to look you over. It was as he expected. You were whole and healthy again, back to your old wonderful self. Except for him. Did you truly remember none of him? Have you really forgotten how he held you at night when you were able to tear him from his works.

How could you forget the words he would whisper to you as you drifted off long after the candles had been snuffled out, the sweat had cooled on your skin, and your limbs loose and tangled with his? Would you ever remember the way he would watch you at school? How he would search for you and watch you with vigilante and hungry eyes. You were not his little lamb anymore. Even after everything he had lost you.

It was what he bargained for with his father it seemed.

He calls a meeting soon after informing his brothers and the Prince of your condition without telling them of his speculations as to why. “We will say nothing.” He speaks standing rigidly while the room erupts with confusion around him.

“Why not tell them?” Beelzebub asked brows drawn low in concern.

“And say what?” Lucifer rubs at his nose pinching the bridge tightly already feeling a dull throbbing growing underneath. “What would it change?” He leaves it at that and retreats to his room. He looks at his dusty chambers and broken furniture from his explosive temper. It is so cold again without you there. This is how it must be. The thought brings a broken whine from his lips. Tt soaks through his leather gloved hand, refusing to be shoved down. He didn’t want to believe he was so forgettable, that something as intimate as his trust and love was so weak in your soul. He had thought surely he had ingrained himself deeper than that. You were in his mind.

He turns to his private libraries that night, looking for any scrap of information he could find. Perhaps the threads of him were there within you, maybe they just needed to be mended. He often forgot how malleable the human mind was, how easily things can just slip from them. Each book on the topic started promisingly enough before piddling off to a dead-end or debunked hypothesis.

He hunts down the student that had fired the spell. If he knew the original purpose of the spell maybe he could recreate the reaction? No, yet another dead end.

He comes to realize one night sitting hunched over on the grimy floor that either your mixed blood had altered the spell's intentions or the fact that since you were not in your original timeline it had changed something deeper within you that none of them had taken into consideration. Or, perhaps-just maybe he truly did make a deal with Father.

Devil below, he hoped that wasn’t true. How ironic it would be that the first time they had heard his pleas to only answer it with more pain and punishment. Either way, he must accept this...eventually.

“You know, if you keep frowning like that it’ll leave permit winkles.” Lucifer ignores his brother, not glancing up from his journals to entertain him. He had recently found more old tomes deep in his studies. “Luci.” Multi-colored nails block his view of his documents.

“Move Asmodeus. I will not ask again.”

Asmo frowns but moves his hand back to his hip. “You need to breathe brother. Take a minute for yourself.” Lucifer snorts dismissively, flipping to the next page. Asmo sighs deeply, his old bones rattling with the heavy gust of air. “You know you won’t find anything in there. We’ve all tried, you know? Read up on fruitless leads and scoured the depths of the catacombs too. Satan’s hands are a mess from rummaging through his books.” He swallows thickly. “Perhaps it is time.”

“Time for what?” Lucifer rises to his impressive height towering over his smaller brethren. “I do not like what you are implying Sakhr.” Asmo flinches, he hates that damn name. He calms the simmering rage underneath his well kept skin. Lucifer was hurting, he lashes out blindly when he is. He always suffers alone.

“I’m not implying anything. We just want-” Lucifer laughs, the hollow sound pulls at the emptiness within Lust’s heart.

“What would you know of my wants?” His ruby eyes lock with Asmo’s. It was a mistake. Lucifer’s presence was imposing at the best of times, but as mad as he was now it was a knee jerk reaction from Asmo to put his guard up. It was a strong defensive mechanism that Asmo took special care not to let slip, but as Lucifer approaches him shoulder hunching and chest puffing up in anger. It took only a moment for his defenses to take over, eyes locking Lucifer saw exactly what he wanted reflected back at him.

He didn’t know what Lucifer saw but he could see the absolute agony etching into his older brother's glassy eyes with each second. Asmo steps back breaking eye contact with a gasp, the trance between them breaking. “I-I’m sorry!” He trembles.

Lucifer says nothing but raises a shaking finger while he collects himself. Finally, he looks up, face impassive once more. He shakes his head and points to the two chairs in front of his desk. A wordless order that Asmo takes. Asmodeus watches Lucifer busy himself with a decanter, broad back turned to him. “You meant no harm,” Lucifer says, voice tight. He turns back with two glasses in hand. “ I-my aggression was unnecessary.” He offers Asmo a glass before sitting back in his throne-like chair with a grunt. They drink in silence.

Asmo swirls the spicy drink around his tongue thinking hard. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He thought he could make things better by offering a shoulder or ear, perhaps tell Lucifer that you were doing well. You didn't seem to notice the hole at the table or in the classroom where Lucifer used to join you and the rest of them to eat or study. They had missed seeing him look so at peace around them. Everything had reverted back to like it was when you first arrived between the two of you, and it was affecting everyone. “Talk to me?” Lucifer blinks.

“And say what?” He peers at his empty glass before grabbing the decanter. “I’m fine? I have meetings piling up and I frankly don’t give a damn anymore. Or the fact that I have yet to cancel the table I had reserved for our anniversary dinner?” His last words waver dangerously before he burns them away with a large gulp of his drink. He sees the look in Asmo’s honey-colored eyes when he looks up. “I don’t need pity.”

Asmodous sniffs, waving away the thought. “Please. We all know better than that. I just want to check on you, and perhaps give you an idea?”

“What idea could you have that I have not thought of?” He asks curiously. Asmo lights up leaning in.

“What if we’ve been going about this the wrong way? We’ve been looking at magic to solve this when the answer was in front of us the whole time. Humans aren’t used to magic, so why look to it for the solution?”

“I don’t follow.” Lucifer puts his glass down leaning back in his chair. Was science what he needed to look at? He had tried that, had talked to human doctors and surgeons that owed him “favors”. They were as unhelpful as the rest.

“We are thinking like demons! We have to think like a human, woo them again. You did it once, surely their attraction wasn’t wiped out, just their memories.” Ahh. Lucifer shakes his head. He had thought of that, staring at himself in the mirror. Many nights were filled with the nagging fears of defeat. If his father had a hand in your recovery could he even be allowed to try again? Lucifer looks back at all the things he said those nights kneeling by your side. It was foolish, what even contract he might have accidentally made had too many open ends, too many half wishes, and clauses.

“I’m afraid I have already thought of that my brother.”

“Then why haven’t you tried? Have you given up?” Asmo is met with silence. “Does that mean the rest of us have a chance?” He gets the reaction he was looking for then. Lucifer’s form shutters, a full body twitch as his body blurs around the edges in warning. “Seems to me like you haven’t given up yet. So what is stopping you.”

Lucifer crumbles under his brother’s worried gaze. Perhaps he could divulge his worry, just this once. “I asked father Az.”

Asmo gasps in surprise, eyes wide in disbelief, then dawning realization. “You think They did this?” Lucifer shrugged, running a hand through his disheveled locks. “They wouldn’t-they couldn’t...could they?” None of the brothers knew what their father was up to anymore, nor if They were even still able to track them. It was an ever present cloud of stress over all of them. While they trusted Diavolo and his protection, the nagging fear was never-ending.

“This is perfect!” Asmo claps his hands together. Lucifer stares at him in confusion. Lust’s smile grew toothy and dangerous. “Do you know what this means?”

“No.” His younger brother snorts looking down at his nails. His mind was running a mile a minute. For as organized and crafty as Lucifer is, he sure had his moments.

“Think about it. If Father did meddle then you have to try courting them again. Defying Father is a talent!” Asmo claps his hands in giddy delight. “Wouldn’t it just chafe their linens if you got back together?”

“And what if They didn’t meddle?”

“Then what do you have to lose?” Lucifer laughs. It was breathy and lifeless at the start but grew in intensity as Asmo’s words sunk in. Why was it when he said it it made sense?

“As devious as ever Az.” Lucifer smiles. Yes, he could win you back easily and reclaim his pride all in one fell swoop. “Thank you for reminding me of who I am.” They were troublemakers, the lot of them and it was time for him to prove it once more that he was the worst of them.

He starts the next day dressing down for once in his long life. He wears an outfit you always complement tucked neatly into a pair of dress slacks you bought him after a date gone awry. He smirked, remembering the tight squeeze of your hand on him on the drive home. The friction of your palm on the smooth material...he tipped his dry cleaner extra that night. “Good morning.” He purrs out in greeting taking his seat at the head of the table. The few brothers around the table freeze for a moment, keen eyes darting from him to where you sat still eating as if nothing had changed. Asmodeus shot him a wink.

“Morning.” You chirp back around your spoon. “It’s good to see you back at the table. Finally got a break from work?” The demons hold their collective breath.

“Yes, you can say that I came to a revelation of sorts.” He hums into his mug.

From that point on no matter what corner you turn on Lucifer was there. A pleasant smile on his lips and an offer of aid. “Thank you for the help!” You drop the large stack of books on your desk with a satisfied grunt. “You know- even though our pack is still somewhat new, if you need help with your work I’d be glad to give you a hand too!”

“Would you?” He hides his predatory grin under his hand. “ Some of the matters I have to attend to will require some long, hard work. It may take up some of your nights.” The flush that graces your cheeks and the warm buzz from his pact mark make him giddy.

“I’m willing.”

Slowly he begins to pull you back into his world. He leaves well placed hints of your past together scattered around his workspace. Your favorite Devildom blooms and treats always seem to be around when you come to offer your help in the evening. He slips old pet names into daily conversations as you scribble notes and transcribe letters for him by the soft light of his desk lamp. Pacing himself was never so hard before in his life. Was he finally cracking through? Or were you falling for him again? It was a heady rush to be sure, the mix of anticipation and thrill of such earthly courting made him realize many things he didn’t see the first time around. He learns all over again just what he loved about you.

He had forgotten how patient you were around him and with his siblings. Your keen eye and attention to detail reminded him just why he trusted you. You flitted about him picking up things he missed and settling brotherly disputes without him having to waste his breath. It was almost like things were going back to normal, minus the cold sheets beside him at night. But he sticks to his plan, finding pleasure in simply learning about you all over again.

It came to an end sooner than he had expected.

“Enter.” Lucifer calls from his overflowing desk. It was finals time once again and the damages done to school property were picking up dramatically. He heard your fluttering heartbeat before you even entered his domicile. It picks up as you approach.

“Am I interrupting?

Lucifer looks up from his work, a grin growing on his tired face. “For you, never.” You smile back, coming closer. You held a mug of coffee in your hands. The beast within him wanted to raise its hackles in triumph and howl. His life must be a divine comedy. This night is playing out just like it did nearly a year ago. Did you remember too? Or was this just how it always was meant to be?

“I haven’t seen you in a bit, and got concerned.” You fiddle with the handle of the copper mug. Lucifer nods, it was true. He regrettably had to put his plans with you on hold, he had spent so much time scheming he had let a few things build up. “Asmo told me you were hold up in here working, and I thought you could use a pick me up. He-he helped me make you some coffee.”

Ah. It wasn’t the same as the first time, but it was a matter of time before his sibling started meddling again. He takes the cup from your outstretched hand. “Thank you, this is much appreciated.” You glow under his praise taking a seat by his side.

“Need any help?” You eye the stack of papers with interest. “I’ve gotten pretty good at reading the fine print.”

“Have you now?” He pushes a small stack of papers towards you. “Very well, I would love your company again.” You take the work with a nod eager to spend time with him again. He watches you work, unable to contain his growing smile before looking down at the cup by his side. The tar-black coffee looks back at him. Oh, how he wished to commend his brother and berate him all at once. It is putrid and stomach-churning but he savors it all the same.

“Is it alright?” You pause watching him drink in. You have never seen him so enraptured by a drink before.

“Yes.” It will be.

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